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Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2010, 11:01 am |
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[[You have NO idea just how much I love your way of thinking. If Will or someone could get ahold of Jack's compass then there would be absolutely no need for him. You never know, things could turn out very different without him. Very different indeed. Ehehehehehe...]]
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Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2010, 11:05 am |
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[bwahahaha, glad you like.  someone can easily get ahold of that compass... that's no biggie at all. A Jack-less Pirate RP is very intriguing, I gotta say]
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Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2010, 7:26 pm |
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[I just must post... anyway, it's nothing much that should leave anyone feeling behind.]
Looking down the street towards the main part of Port Royal, Dem saw a canon ball smash through a shop. Glass splintered into the air and more yells and screams could be heard. A fire broke out on the shingled roof of a some family’s home. A baby could be heard wailing in the distance, obviously alone and terrified without its parents. Dem felt his brother’s grip on his wrist tighten. It was obvious he was trying to plan their escape... trying to figure out how to get back home now that he had fetched his little brother. Dem could tell what his brother was thinking... Everett had always been an open book to him. Everything was clearly readable on his face.
Quite suddenly a redheaded chit came out of nowhere and plowed into them. She wasn’t running or screaming like most of the people, however, her gait was determined and swift.
“Pardon me,” Everett said in disgust at her scolding. He didn’t appreciate being talked to like that in the first place… but he especially didn’t appreciate it from a woman who looked so clearly detestable. As she stopped in her tracks, he watched with confidence, thinking she was coming back to apologize. Just the opposite, however, as she completely ignored him and instead addressed his younger brother.
“Sammy?” Dem was taken aback at first. Really, what were the odds? It had been at least a year since he had seen her… honestly, he had never expected to see those curly red locks again. “Oh, you know… I was enjoying the sights.” He said casually, wrenching his arm away from his brother and going over to her. It was as if nothing in the world was wrong, as if the shrieking of the people and the threatening whizzing of the cannonballs wasn’t happening.
“You know this… this woman?” Everett stood in disbelief. What exactly had his brother been doing for the past several years out here?
“Of course I do. I wouldn’t be talking to her otherwise, would I?” Dem was never out of a smart remarks - something which had always irked his brother. “You’ll have to pardon ‘Verett. He’s a little slow,” a impish grin flashed across his face as he addressed Sam again.
“This is no time for small talk,” Ev, barely suppressing his irritation, changed the conversation, looking back to the town as another cannonball ripped through it. He turned back to the other two and frowned at Sam, figuring she was one of the many bad influenced his little brother had been under.
“Too true,” Dem, on a rare occasion, agreed with his brother. “Where were you going, darling Sammy? We must escort you otherwise we couldn’t be called true gentlemen.”
Everett was exasperated, wishing to get far away from this redhead and her obviously shady occupation… not to mention the pistol she held which seemed to evade Dem’s notice.
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On down the street a short ways, Cole came into contact with the brutal group of buccaneers. They were more than frightening up close and the dizzying amount of things going on around him made his head throb all the more. A woman with her little girl ran past him, being hotly pursued by a scummy looking old pirate. Cole watched in dazed horror. All around him pirates were whirling, tossing knives, bullets and fire into everything and everyone. An old house right beside him burst into flames, the heat of which kissed his cheeks and caused him to instinctively back away. He heard the snarling cheers of the pirates as they pillaged and plundered the town he had grown to know and enjoy.
Glancing away from the burning house he came almost literally face-to-face with a large burly pirate with a threatening axe in hand. Cole‘s eyes grew as large as saucers and through the terror and fogginess in his head he vaguely thought that this must be how it felt to be facing death… and that pretty soon the terror would be gone and… and then…. What? But, no, he forced his mind not to give up. In a panic, he desperately thought of what to say to stop this merciless man from ending his young life. Parley. Parley... what was it? Think, think... "P-parley," he managed to get out. Upon not feeling the axe bite into his soft flesh he regained some courage and said it again. "Parley. I wish to parley with your captain..." the man in front of him stopped and scowled darkly, obviously unhappy.
The dark man snarled and grabbed Cole's arm. The terrified Applegate glanced down at his empty hand and saw it was shaking uncontrollably. He gulped and took a deep breath - a breath that was mostly filled with the stench coming off this man's body mingled with smoke and a vague hint of blood.
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Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2010, 7:47 pm |
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(Ditto what PD said! 
Also, I’m intrigued by the prospect of a no-Jack RP – especially if it means Guin gets to be captain of the Interceptor  )
Guin had been running down the corridor towards the staircase to find Liam, when suddenly she saw a figure running towards her, pistol raised. She stopped dead in her tracks and unsheathed her twin pistols, raising them towards whoever it was, when suddenly she realised that it was Liam. She lowered her weapons as he lowered his, exhaling with relief.
"For heaven's sake, miss Elliot. We should get out, to the harbour, now!”
Sheathing her pistols, she quickly wound her arm through his, presumably so that she wouldn’t lose track of him again, and set off in a march down the corridor. Flames were beginning to flicker at the top of the staircase behind them; it was vital that they got out of here as quickly as possible. However, Guin knew that they would be no safer out by the harbour than they would be here. The crew of the Pearl would soon set foot in the port, and heaven help anyone who tried to fight them. There was a curse upon Guin’s former crewmates, a curse that had condemned them never to die. However, informing Liam of this seemed impossible; he would probably consider her insane for believing such a fanciful tale.
As they reached the end of the corridor, Guin let go of Liam and turned to face him. Before they left the tavern, and before they joined Cairbre, who waited in the main room for them, she needed to speak to Liam. “Listen,” Guin said, her words low and hurried. “Tomorrow, we take the Interceptor. No delays.” He had promised her, and if he should choose to break that promise, Guin would be furious. They needed to leave Port Royal as soon as possible; the day after an attack seemed as good a day as any. It was an awful thought, but those who might capture and condemn them would be much occupied with the destruction and distress caused by the attack.
Guin’s gaze was very steady. She couldn’t help feeling immensely glad that Liam was safe. It could have only been a few seconds they stood there together, but somehow it seemed a lot longer. Reaching forward idly, Guin lightly traced the outline of Liam’s cheekbone and jaw line, her touch feather-light and as challenging as the glint in her eyes. And then the moment was over, as she turned away and strode into the main room of the tavern, wondering why on earth she had behaved so provocatively towards a man who still irritated her enormously.
Cairbre turned, seeing Guin safe, and Liam following. Carefully, he did not allow his expression to change. He knew that there could now be no doubt whatsoever about his and Liam’s mutual dislike for one another; despite regretting the arrogant way he’d behaved towards Liam today, Cairbre could not say that he felt anything other than distrust and resentment towards the man. “Thank goodness,” was all he said, as Guin reached his side. “We have to get out of here, now.”
“I know.” Guin grabbed her green cloak from off the table she’d flung it on, draping it over her shoulders and adjusting the fastening at the neck. She looked at Cairbre, lowering her voice slightly. “What are we to do? Barbossa has set his mind to something, there must be something here he wants. You know we can’t fight them.”
Cairbre paused, aware of how little time they had. Finally, he shrugged. “There’s nothing else we can do,” he said quietly. Perhaps the rumours about the curse weren’t true. Besides, it would be cowardice to run away from a fight. But could they fight against former crewmates? Pirates they’d once worked with side by side?
Guin seemed to be sharing the same concerns as Cairbre. But, with a smile that dismissed all of those worries, she wrenched open the front door of the tavern. They could leave the thinking for another time. For now, they simply had to save their lives. She darted out of the door, Cairbre following. The trust between the two was tangible; they had known each other and worked together for so long, and they both knew that they would trust each other with their lives. Guin looked around at the street outside as she reached for her pistols; people were running for safety as cannon fire shattered the very air, houses ablaze with fire, chaos ruling everything. A ring of metal sang through the air as Cairbre unsheathed his cutlass.
Guin looked round towards Liam. "Might I take a guess that this is the first battle you've been caught up in?" she enquired, trying to keep her tone normal.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2010, 11:02 am |
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[ I agree! Things might take an interesting turn if Jack Sparrow would be left out..  I'll take up Norrie whenever he is needed.. but what about Will? He should be included as well, otherwise nothing would fit..  Who's up to play him?  ]
For a moment the screams and thundering crashes of canons seemed to have silenced. Sam did not notice the pirates, who were now scattering through Port Royal, killing all who hindered them. She was astonished to meet such an unlikely person, in the most unlike places of all, at this hour. It had been long ago since they had last seen each other, and at times the redhead had wondered what happened to Demarion, who had been.. What had he been..? Her friend? He, of all, had been the only one that was nice. Stop it! Sam thought, mentally kicking herself for thinking back of everything she'd tried so hard to forget..
"Oh and isn't the view pretty?" she answered with a grim look on her freckled face. She glanced again at the man before her, taking him in from head to toe. He had not changed that much, perhaps gained some weight. "It's so good to see you again," she admitted with a smile.
You know this… this woman?
Sam tore her gaze from Demarion and looked for the first time at Everett. Not taking his shocked comment as an insult, she gazed at him, while her lips curled up in a mocking grin. Before her stood the most unpiratey man she'd ever seen. He seemed proper and respectable; a polite gentleman probably, a man that looked down on those who were not.
"Everett?" Sam repeated with a chuckle. She had not missed the few, but significant facial resemblances of the two men. "So this is your brother?" She pointed casually with her gun to Everett, who was now glaring at ther weapon. "Oh don't mind that," the redhead said airy, catching Everett's gaze. "I'm not going to shoot you with it.."
"I'm not sure if it's me, who needs protection," Sam grinned at Dem. "But I'm getting out of here.. I'll going to get a ship. Now." She pulled another pistol from her belt and threw it to Demarion before turning to his brother again, smiling sweetly. "Care for a lift?"
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Liam followed Guin throug the corridor, trying to ignore the roaring sound of fire or the panels of burning wood that came crashing down behind him. Suddenly, near the exit of the tavern, Guinevere halted and abruptly turned around. Her red locks seemed to flame in the bright light of the fire and Liam was captivated by her beautiful face.
"Tommorow?" he replied in an equal hushed tone. "Tommorow will be too late.. It has be done tonight!"
But Guinevere said no more. Liam took another step closer to her, as her hand brushed over his cheek. Her skin was remarkably cold compared to the tremendous heat of the flames. And suddenly Liam felt the strong urge to kiss her, to hold her and warm her frail body but he restrained himself. He placed his hand on her hip and held her gaze, then reaching forward to whisper softly in her ear: "What is it, that you want Guinevere Elliot?"
At the moment they lost eyecontact, Guinevere had drawn back her hand and she strode swiftly to guest room. Liam followed her and made way to the door, hardly paying attention to the conversation between Cairbre and Guinevere. "We must go for it now.." Liam said, thinking out loud. "Tommorow, the entire Navy will be looking for this scum; it will be impossible to take her then.."
Suddenly the screaming intensified, as if the mass was moving towards their tavern. Liam opened the door and watched how the mob was rushing through the streets, away from the pirates and the harbour. An intense hatred welled up inside him, took hold of him, wanting to kill those vile beings who were plundering and killing for their pleasure. Guinevere and Cairbre darted outside, Liam followed them, raising his pistol, completely ignoring Guinevere's remark. He aimed at the first buccaneer that crossed his path and for the first time in his life he pulled the trigger, intending to kill. The bullet hit the pirate right in the chest, perhaps piercing his heart, but the pirate only swayed a little, raising his sword with a devilish grin. Liam fired again, again, again and again until he was out of bullets. But the pirate remained unharmed and ready to retaliate. Liam glared at the pirate and then at his gun..
"What in hellfire..?"
[PD, I had so much fun writing my post for Sam, I'm sure it will be so much fun with Ev and Dem!  ] _________________
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2010, 5:49 pm |
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[[I thought you were playing him Will?  Anyway, here's my post. Sorry it's quite rubbish but it's getting late and I'm not sleeping well at the moment. Hope it's okay for you guys and as always feedback is appreciated.]]
Elizabeth threw open the french doors that lead onto her small balcony and leant over the railings, her heart in her throat as she tried to peer through the advancing fog. Shouts, screams and more canon fire reached her ears and she looked to the fort, her racing mind filling with thoughts of worry for her father and Commodore Norrington, to see that they had started to return fire. Louder shouts drew her attention to the main gates and terror struck her as she watched a dozen or so men, pirates, forcing their way towards her home. She pushed herself away from the railings and fled from the sight, through her bedchamber and out onto the landing. She needed to warn everyone, they needed to head to safety which meant the fort, but she realised with horror and panic that they had run out of time as a loud banging was heard from the front doors. "Don't!" She cried as one of the servants made to answer the knocking but she was too late; as soon as she had reached the stairs he opened the door to face a pistol which fired moments after, killing him. Elizabeth screamed and her stomach twisted with nausea as the poor man fell, but regretted it moments later, however, when she realised she'd drawn the pirates' attentions towards herself. Adrenaline poured into her heart and she ran, back up the stairs and towards her room with the sound of footsteps close behind her.
A scream and a soft mass of body met her as she charged into her bedchamber and her heart raced further at the sudden collision. It took her a few seconds to recognise her maid as she was pulled away from the door. "Oh Miss Swann." The maid cried, panicked tears streaming down her face. "They've come to kidnap you!" Elizabeth looked at the young woman with a face full of confusion. "You're the Governor's daughter." Elizabeth considered the notion. Surely they hadn't come to Port Royal simply to kidnap her? The risk would far outweigh the bounty and ransom they would receive if they succeeded in capturing her. No, there had to be something more to this attack, but the thought remained heavy on her mind. The pair jumped as the door rattled with a force that told them the lock and hinges wouldn't last long against the onslaught.
"They haven't seen you." Elizabeth said hurriedly, pushing her maid back into the shadows. "Hide and the first chance you get, make for the fort." She ran for the next room just as the door splintered open, allowing entrance to two of the pursuing pirates. Spotting the iron bed warmer she took ahold of hit and swung it at the older pirate, seemingly knocking him unconscious, before emptying the embers into the younger pirate's face. Elizabeth took the opportunity to run. She fled from her chamber and down the stairs, narrowly avoiding a falling chandelier before shutting herself in the dinning room. She looked around herself quickly, her heart pounding against her ribcage, and spotted a display of swords and a shield upon the wall. She didn't know how to wield a sword, but it was sharp and would certainly do some damage even in a novice's hands. The idea was short lived, however, when she discovered the display to be simply that; a display. The swords were attached to one another and Elizabeth was forced to leave them and find somewhere to hide. She paused briefly to open a window, in the hopes of distracting them into thinking she'd jumped through it, before closing herself away in one of the cupboards just in time for the pirates to force their way into the room.
"We know your 'ere poppet." A rough voice cooed in a sing-song manner. "Come out and we promise we won' 'urt you." If it wasn't for the sheer terror that gripped her and the direness of her situation, Elizabeth would have laughed at the man's words. Did they think her a simpleton? Of course they were going to hurt her, it was exactly what they wanted to do. The pirate's next words stopped her mid-thought however and caused her stomach to flip. They wanted the medallion. How did they know she had it? What did he mean by it 'called' to them? One thing was certain however; they weren't looking to kidnap her for ransom. She looked down at the gold in her hands and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as a shadow passed across it. She looked up to see a yellow tinted eye staring at her through the crack in the door and she felt her heart stop. "'Ello Poppet." The doors were wrenched open and Elizabeth pressed herself back into the shelves. She needed to think fast, very fast.
"Parlay!" She exclaimed suddenly. She'd learnt the term from one of her many novels and felt a small sense of pride that she had been able to remember it. The pirates looked at her with shock and confusion and she continued desperately. "I invoke the right of parlay. According to the code of the Brethren set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew you have to take me to your captain." The older pirate growled that he knew the code but Elizabeth wasn't about to be silenced. "If an adversary demands parlay you can do them no harm until the parlay is complete."
"To blazes with the code!" The younger pirate cried but was interrupted by his older companion.
"She wants to be taken to the captain!" He hissed and turned to look back at Elizabeth. "And she'll go without a fuss. We must honour the code."
They both leapt at Elizabeth who screamed as they grabbed her, she didn't struggle however and was dragged from the house and down towards the harbor. She didn't want to admit it, but their grip was painful and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying out as she felt their nails draw blood from her arm. They didn't seem to notice however, as they pulled her towards the water's edge and into one of the long boats that waited on the shore.
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Andrea watched her crew with anxiety; they were slowly returning, hampered down with treasures and trinkets that could feed them all for a year, but the reason for their presence here hung in the air and caused a deep rooted tension. There had been no word as yet regarding the Aztec coin and without it the piles of swag the men returned with meant nothing. Their cannons still fired as did the cannons of the fort, desperately trying, and failing, to defend it's town. A quiet screech brought her attention to the small monkey that sat beside her, perched upon the Pearl's railings. Jack was craving attention, she could tell, but as much as she adored the furry creature she was not in an affectionate mood and so shooed him away. "I'm working, Jack." She grumbled and watched as he leapt away from her, dejection clear in his face as he made his way onto his master's shoulder. Hector scowled at her as he comforted the monkey but she met his gaze in equal share before turning and making her way across the crowded deck towards the boatswain, Bo'sun. He was large and at six foot four towered over her, but Andrea was not afraid of him. He and the rest of the crew had accepted her and her authority years ago, although with some trepidation. She was one of them and although she outranked them she made sure to keep herself approachable to all members of the crew. She was their liaison to the captain and they trusted her. Candlelight played off Bo'sun's scarred ebony skin as he turned to her. "Any sign?" She asked, her voice stern and crisp. He was about to answer when the rest of the crew started to cheer behind her and upon looking 'round she caught sight of two people, a man and younger woman, being brought aboard. Her brow furrowed as she stepped towards them.
"I wasn't aware we were taking on captives." She stated coldly, eyes traveling across the two new comers with distaste. Pintel spoke up, a hand wrapped tightly around the woman's arm.
"They've invoked the right of parlay with Captain Barbossa!" He said and it was then that a glint of gold caught Andrea's eye. Had her heart been beating, she would have felt it leap with excitement. The medallion, she had the medallion. The corner of her mouth twitched upward and the woman stepped forward.
"I wish to negotiate-" She was stopped mid-sentance as Bo'sun struck her hard across the cheek.
"Do not speak to her unless spoken to." The boatswain growled and Andrea caught his arm in an iron grip.
"I can speak for myself thank you." She said with a calm, patient voice. "And kindly remember we do not harm anyone under the protection of Parlay." Her emerald eyes conveyed him a warning before turning to the pair and continuing. "Now." She measured her words carefully. "What is it that you want?" She felt eyes boring into her back once again and the sound of uneven footsteps reached her ears.
"Wha' be this then?" Hector spoke from behind her and the crew parted to let him step through and stand beside her, his face quizzical with interest.
"These two have invoked parlay with you." She said smoothly without taking her eyes off the pair.
"Is tha' so?" Hector let his eyes drag over the pair just as Andrea had done moments before and too spotted the gold medallion that hung from the woman's neck. His mouth twisted into a cruel smile and stepped forward to address the pair. "Wha' is it ye be wanting then?" The woman spoke up once more and he felt slight surprise at her boldness.
"Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal." Her words didn't surprise him but he feigned ignorance and exhaled a small snort.
"There be a lot of long words in there, Miss; we're naught but humble pirates. Wha' is it that ye want?" It was Andrea's turn to crack a smile at his words and she spared him an amused glance.
"I want you to leave and never come back." The woman continued un-phased and Andrea raised an eyebrow.
"And what about you?" She turned and questioned the man. "You've hardly spoken, do you not have anything you wish to add or are you going to allow you companion to speak for you?"
[[Obviously said man would be Cole ]]
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[[Well, seeing as I simply can't stay away, I could do Jack again, just as we agreed on... though I will have to skim through the past couple pages as I'm really lost as to what's taking place plot-wise... though apparently we are on the <i>Pearl</i> at night, during the scene where Lizzie is taken by Barby, aye? Probably just have to start at a random point with my OC's again, but that's all right.
All of course, if you'll still have me.  ]]
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2010, 1:01 pm |
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2010, 5:37 pm |
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[Yeah... what Lothy said... I thought you were playing him, will??? but, I guess if you don't want to I could? I've played him before so it's not like I'd feel like a complete novice. lol
Will, I always have fun writing for Dem and Ev... and I'm really loving the fact that Dem and Sam know each other. 
Ara, sure, we can have you back.
Lothy, well, depending on where the different path will lead, I'm open... ]
In delight, Demarion watched Sam and his brother stare each other down. With raised eyebrows and pursed lips, he nodded at her question over whether Ev was his brother. “Unfortunately so,” he muttered. Dem was getting quite a bit of pleasure out of watching his brother uneasily squirm under the situation. This chance meeting with Sam was turning out to be a stroke of great luck.
After considering her statement he concurred, "touché." and returned her grin while simultaneously catching the pistol flung towards him. He looked it over before taking several more steps towards Sam and away from his brother.
"You can't be serious?" Everett advanced to Dem, taking 'hold of his arm in order to get his attention. He frowned severely at Sam not at all caring for “a lift” from a woman like her. “this is insane.”
"Of course I’m serious," Dem yanked his arm away yet again, feeling rather annoyed. "You want to get out of here and go home? This is the cheapest and best bet."
"She's a pirate."
Dem's facial expression clearly showed his "so what?" position on that statement. This only further perplexed and horrified his brother.
"Try something new. You might find you enjoy it," it was the first semi-kind word Dem had uttered to his brother so, naturally, he had to add, "either way, we're leaving with or without you."
The hellish noises from the town seemed to be drawing closer and there really was no time to lose if they were to even attempt to slip through town and get to the harbor alive. Pistol at the ready, Dem went back over to Sam. "Lead the way," he motioned forward with the gun.
Seeing that his brother was determined to go on with this redhead, Everett had a decision to make. He had come all this way for his brother was he going to leave now that he had finally found him? What would he tell his father? The wail of canon fire jolted him out of his thoughts. He had to go. He hated it. He despised Dem for being so stubborn but he had to go. He couldn’t let his brother slip away into the fog never to see him again. He had to do it for his dying father. Cursing to himself, he jogged hard until he had caught up to the two of them. His brow dark, he glowered at them, “lead the way.” Whether he cared or not, whether he knew it or not, whether he hated it or not, Dem owed him big time for this.
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It passed in a matter of moments even though mentally it felt like hours. The seconds dragged by as he was rowed towards the menacing black ship which floated like a ghost on the water. The only thing that brought him some strength was that he was not alone. In the darkness and haste Cole hadn’t been able to get a good look at the poor girl with him except to notice (with some embarrassment) that she was still in her nightclothes. Now that they had more time, he glanced over at her. She too was looking up at the ominous vessel. As he studied her (because, of course, she was far more appealing than the filthy and terrifying pirates rowing them aboard) he realized with some horror that she wasn’t just any normal girl, she was the governor’s daughter. Thankfully, he hardly had any time to think or be embarrassed over seeing her in such a vulnerable and immodest way because soon they were both roughly dragged onto the ship.
The first thing that stood out to him and caught his eyes was a beautiful fair-haired woman. She looked like a dream on this ship… exactly like she did not belong here at all. Though he had been raised to know staring was impolite he continued to do it. This was a pirate ship anyway. Who cared about being polite?
While his mind was spinning and his tongue was tied Elizabeth boldly stepped forward to talk for the both of them. He had never seen Miss Swann so… outspoken. His unease was only heightened when another man appeared: one who was in obvious authority. His tall, withered frame, scraggly beard and piercing yellowed eyes were daunting to say the least. An overwhelming feeling of complete cowardice came over him as Elizabeth again was the one to speak for both of them.
Cole glanced up a little taken aback to have someone directly addressing him… especially when that someone was the blonde woman he had been so fascinated with. He stared at Andrea while thinking over what to add to what Miss Swann had already said. A cannon fired near him and he flinched at the roar. He drew a blank. All he could think of at the moment was that he desperately wanted off this ship. “We are not to be harmed,” he finally stated. The last thing he desired was to see these brutish pirates harm Miss Swann. As he spoke, he began feeling braver. He had to regain control of the situation.
[:yuck: this post was not good...]
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2010, 6:41 pm |
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(I hope it's okay, in this post I've made Guin come across Sam, Dem and Ev Eeeeee! I'm so pleased at how well BOAP is moving along. <3
Hmm, Guin is a v.complex charrie to play. O_o I wish she'd just figure out once and for all what exactly she wants! But then I guess it wouldn't be so fun playing her. )
Guinevere watched as Liam failed to kill the pirate standing before him, glaring in puzzlement at his gun; he had run out of bullets attempting to finish the man off. Guin suddenly felt her blood run cold as she watched the scene; it was true then. There was a curse; it wasn’t just a story. Acting quickly, Guin ran forward and grabbed Liam’s hand, forcibly dragging him away, the movement of her feet as fast as lightning as they beat down upon the cobbled road.
She did not know where she was running, she only knew that they needed to get away. Attempting to engage in battle with an undead crew was a death sentence, for sure, and she wasn’t going to take that risk. Her slender fingers were still intertwined with Liam’s tightly, as she rounded a corner down a lonely-looking little street. Abruptly, she stopped, and turned to face Liam, her expression unreadable.
Unexpectedly, Guin found that the words Liam had whispered to her back in the tavern were echoing in her mind. She remembered how boldly he’d reacted to her behaviour; she remembered the question he’d asked her. What did she want? But first things first; she needed to tell Liam about the crew of the Pearl. To prevent him from speaking first, Guin gently placed a finger to his lips.
“You’ve fired at least a dozen bullets into a man’s chest without him dying, so surely you must be curious as to why that is,” she said. “The ship that is holding the fort to attack is The Black Pearl. There is a curse upon those pirates, a curse that has fated them never to die – their souls were corrupted by Aztec gold.” A smile played upon her lips as she spoke the words so light-heartedly; it sounded like a bad fairytale, the kind of yarn you told to children. As far as she was concerned, Liam was free to believe her or not to believe her; he had seen the truth of it with his own eyes.
She drew back her light touch from Liam, allowing him to scoff at her if he wished. Remaining silent, Guin was finding the conflicting emotions coursing through her mind extremely confusing. On the one hand, there was a part of her that didn’t care in the least about how bold Liam had been with her; on the other, there was a part of her that thought he needed punishing. Those two opposites collided together to change into something even more puzzling.
Slowly, she leaned forward; her glittering eyes seemed almost to mock Liam as she smiled. Her face was close enough for him to kiss her. She scanned his features, seeming to take him in by every detail. She could not deny how fast her heart was beating in that moment. She was intending to pull away, to taunt him cruelly – but somehow she couldn’t quite bring herself to. For some strange reason, she felt as if she and Liam had some kind of a connection - as if they'd known each other a lot longer than one day.
“Guinevere!”
Her head snapped around in surprise as she recognised the familiar voice calling her name. Her eyes widened as she saw Cairbre standing a few footsteps away, looking out of breath, as if he’d been running. Without fully knowing why, Guin immediately felt awful; she stepped smartly away from Liam, her eyes lowering away from him. The expression of guilt was very clear on her face.
Cairbre closed the gap between himself and Guin. “Heavens above, do you have to run quite so fast?” he said, sounding slightly hoarse, although his discomfort was not all down to sprinting; he’d seen his friend standing so closely to Liam, the intimate manner in which she was behaving. Cairbre felt a sharp pang of resentment as he glanced at Liam. How did he get away with it? Why did Guin forgive him his impertinent manners? Cairbre had been brought up as a gentleman, and Guinevere was a lady – so he treated her as such.
“Cairbre, I’m so sorry,” Guin said, with genuine remorse. “I didn’t mean to leave you behind. But we’re all safe and sound, for now.” What had she been thinking of, encouraging Liam as she had done? It was not at all in her nature to act in such a way. She felt annoyed with herself, guilty towards her own conscience – and although she did not know it, she felt guilty because of Cairbre, too. He meant a lot to her, more than she knew. He was her best friend – he was dearer to her than she was capable of knowing. Her inability to decode her relationship with Cairbre clearly meant that she was unable, at least in her conscious mind, to see how her flirtation with Liam could so easily provoke deep, bitter jealousy.
“You have no idea how worried I was about you.” Cairbre tried to keep his tone from sounding reproachful. “Still. No harm done.” He smiled. “It looks like the crew of the Pearl are slowly making their way away from the port – I think they’re done plundering.” As he spoke, his tone mild as always, his mind was full of jealous, angry, despairing thoughts, all aimed at Liam. He hated how envious he felt; why on earth did Guin keep Liam around? How could she like him?
“Well, that’s a godsend,” Guin replied. Briefly, she reached forward to touch Cairbre’s hand, a gesture of apology; at that smallest of touches all the nerves in her hand seemed to set alight with fire. Swiftly brushing away, she dismissed the sensation – if Guin had been anyone other than herself, she would have despised how foolhardy, stubborn and blind she could sometimes be. She had left Liam’s side now, and was walking out of the small street. Cairbre followed her, forcing Liam to walk in third place. “Liam here thinks that we should attempt to take the Interceptor tonight, instead of waiting for morning. What do you think?”
Walking back out into the main street, Guin was faced with a dead body lying face down on the ground. She edged around it with as much delicacy as she could muster, turning to face the two men as another ear-shattering cannon shot sounded from a little way away. As she did so, she spotted a group of people walking along the street; two men, who looked very alike, and one woman. A woman with red hair – Guin recognised her as one of the pirates she’d bumped into earlier today instantly.
“Excuse me!”
Her voice carried over clearly towards the group, crisp and precise. She walked neatly over to them before Cairbre could answer the question she’d put to him, barring their way with a pleasant smile. Her bright gaze was fixed on Sam, not unkindly. “Sam, wasn’t it?” She nodded her head shortly in greeting. There was no need to play as much of a game as she had previously – the woman had known her for a pirate, anyway. As she took in the three people, a thought formed in her head, turning into a solid plan.
“By any chance, would you be planning to leave the port any time soon? Because I think we might be able to form some sort of an alliance, concerning a certain ship in the harbour.” As Cairbre reached her side, she threw him a sideways smile that made his heart feel as if it had just turned over. She had a plan. She always did.
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Liam had already stuffed his gun back in his coat but did not back away from the pirate. Gun or no gun, he would not let him get away. But before he could attack the buccaneer with his bare hands, or even take out all his anger o him, Guinevere had grabbed his arm and forcefully dragged him away, down the street.
"What are you doing? Let go," Liam sputtered, yet he did not try to pull himself free from her grasp. Although he wouldn't admit it, a a voice in the back of his mind told him that somehow he could not win this fight.
Turning around a corner, she suddenly stopped. But before he could even lash out Guinevere had placed a finger to his lips. A light shiver ran down Liam's spine. You’ve fired at least a dozen bullets into a man’s chest without him dying, so surely you must be curious as to why that is. Again Liam wanted to intervene, to say that he didn't care and couldn't let these pirates go about their business, but the Guin quickly continued. Liam listened to her words, and by the time she'd finished he wondered whether she was just playing him or if she'd hit her head and lost her mind. But then was remembered how the pirate had just grinned at him, when he was being shot; not feeling any pain at all..
"Even if your story is true.." Liam finally replied. "I will not let this happen. I know what they can do.. I know where your kind is capable of." His usual smile had vanished and his tone was cold. Hatred, with which he'd never been able to cope, brought back memories but also a desire, which was completely new to him, the desire for vengeance.
His words died away in the storm of noises around them. The pirates were on the move, ready to plunder the large villa’s on the other side of town. But the attack on Port Royal didn’t seem to bother Guin in the least. She’d stopped closer to him, almost teasingly; mockingly. Liam just looked at her, his face placid, not quite able to play her game. The question, he’d posed to her earlier, ran through his mind: What was it, that she wanted? Was he just a mere tool, so she could execute her own plans? Or was there more to it?
Guinevere!
Liam let out an inaudible groan when Cairbre turned up. Only the look in his eyes, as the man looked at him, annoyed Liam greatly. How could this woman tolerate such disdainful and rude behaviour? Guinevere, on the other hand, didn’t look annoyed, but surprised, ashamed even. She approached Eagle quietly, apologizing, and taking his hand. Oh Lord Liam thought. She had feelings for the b*stard.
For a brief moment he wondered where he got himself into. Whether he could not better go home, check on Aileen, his friends…
Guinevere and Cairbre had run off again, and Liam, feeling very much the fifth wheel, followed.
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Sam was for a moment taken aback by Guinevere’s forwardness and her proposal. It was against her principles to team up with pirates she did not know or trust, but now, with the attack of the cursed Pearl, she knew that their strength and efficiency would lie in numbers. The redhead looked at Guinevere, judgingly but then nodded. “Alright. It was my plan to take the fastest ship in the harbour. Now. The redcoats are way too busy with defending their Fort.” Sam glanced at Everett, and then at Guinevere’s companions and said in a business-like manner: “ Before we make this deal, let me make one thing straight: I am in charge for now and if you have any problems with taking orders from me, then you better leave now..”
Sam smiled again at Everett and turned back to Demarion with a grin. “So, what is your profession nowadays?”
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Before Guinevere had the time to speak, Liam took her hand, and pulled her gently away from the other pirates. When they were out of reach of the others, he let go of her hand and sighed.
“Well, I guess this will be goodbye miss Elliot.” Liam’s face was half concealed in the shadows but a determined look was written on his face. “These pirates will get you your ship and you’re accompanied by your friend. Everything worked out very convenient for you, but I already suspected that you are a woman who gets what she wants.” A faint smile played on Liam’s lips and he hold up his hand to silence any of Guinevere’s protests.
“You have no need of me and I will not follow these pirates. Never will I be commanded by those who ruined my life and prospects.”
Liam’s look softened when he looked at Guinevere and he took her hand, placing a soft kiss on her pale skin.
“Farewell..”
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Will was hurrying through the streets of Port Royal to the harbour. They had taken her.. They had taken Elizabeth! Where was Commodore Norrington? Where were his men? How could they just let these pirates plunder Port Royal?
He fought his way through the panicking mob, his sword ready in his hand, craning his neck to catch a glance of his beloved. He’d watched how they had taken her away, but could not reach her. He had let her go.. perhaps forever..
[ Aargh, my Will post kind of sucked.. I hope it will be better next time.. ] _________________
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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[[Do you all still want me to bring Jack in or not? ]]
Cannon fire sounded on the horizon like thunder, drowning out screams of horror and death. The evening had begun like any other; peaceful and eventless – and now it was suddenly cast into chaos with the ongoing pirate attack. At first, Edward hadn’t a clue as to what was taking place, but soon it became clear that Port Royal was being invaded by cruel, bloodthirsty devils.
Dragging a drunken Vari behind him, Edward pushed and shoved his way through the crowds of people, fighting to get to somewhere safe. He was astounded by the fact that none of the soldiers stopped them due to their appearances, but it was clear that the main priority right now was defending the town and its citizens against the marauders.
“Wonderful time for you to be drunk,” he said under his breath, knowing that Vari was of no use in her current state. Edward was alone now, having to protect himself and the dark-haired Spaniard until they could get out of harm’s way. Dodging screaming women and dead bodies, they finally escaped the crowd and turned into a small alleyway that was hardly wide enough to navigate through. Edward pulled Vari down behind a stack of crates and slumped against the wall, panting heavily. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think of what to do. Where could they go? The ship they’d bartered passage on was most likely sailing away by now, or even destroyed in the crossfire.
“Ed?”
Green eyes cracked open to peer at the woman across from him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got one hell of a headache,” Vari groaned, pressing a hand to her temple and wincing at the throbbing pain in her skull. She was starting to sober up, slowly but surely.
“You’ll be all right – I promise.” Edward bit his lip, glancing up at the clouds that obstructed the moonlight. “Something strange is going on – something… unnatural.” He thought for a moment, looking around the small alley. “I know not where we are, but if we can make it to the market centre, then it won’t be far until... – come on!” He suddenly leapt up, pulling Vari along behind him as they exited the claustrophobic alley and crossed over a low stone wall. The two pirates moved like shadows in the night, passing through farmers’ fields and over fences with unearthly swiftness.
The market centre was completely abandoned, and it was clear why – the invaders’ destruction had already reached this area of Port Royal; fruit displays set aflame, while other shop stands were splintered and overturned. Edward let go of Vari’s hand and started heading for the wooden gate that was thrown open on the other side of the marketplace. “It’s not far now… we’re so close I can almost taste it!” Suddenly a huge, one-eyed man leapt out from behind the gate, swinging a hooked chain above his head like a lasso.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere!” He shouted, bringing the hook downwards. Ed barely had time to move out of the way before the weapon smacked against the ground and caused a wave of dirt to fly into the air. Edward’s first instinct was to pull out his pistol, loading the weapon and firing it at the big brute. The man stumbled backwards, but appeared unharmed as the bullet lodged itself in a layer of fat.
Vari watched the scene, feeling a bit dazed as she began seeing double. But she couldn’t just stand back and watch. Being the act now, think later sort of person, Vari pulled her own pistol from her side and loaded a bullet, aiming it with a shaky hand. “Well, ‘ere goes nothing,” she said, taking in a deep breath and pulling the trigger.
Edward gasped as Vari’s shot grazed his shoulder, but continued traveling until it hit the man’s collarbone, barely missing his neck. “You little wench! You’se gonna pay fer tha’!” He charged forth, spinning the weapon around in a circle until it would eventually come in contact with something. Edward ducked, barely avoiding getting impaled, but Vari moved just a second too late, the hook catching on her vest. The woman was suddenly lifted off her feet and sent spinning in a dizzying circle. The material of Vari’s vest began giving out, ripping with each rotation and she was thrown against a rickety wooden fence, the splintered wood cutting into her skin painfully.
Edward gritted his teeth, charging forward and unsheathing his dagger as the brute was distracted. He didn’t have enough time to strike again before Edward delivered the fatal blow – driving the blade through the man’s other good eye and into his brain. Vari looked away out of disgust and felt ill to her stomach, instead focusing her attention on a cut in her right hand that was starting to bleed. She wiped the blood on her crimson shirt that was torn to shreds, being held up only by a thin strip of material. Her head hurt, her back and hands were cut from the rough wood and her shirt was ruined, but for the most part she was okay.
“Da<b></b>mn you,” Edward spat, kicking the man’s dead body before moving over to Vari and helping her to her feet. “We’re not far now – come, and we’ll attend to your cuts as soon as possible.” Vari nodded in response and followed Edward a short distance to the back entrance of a middle-class home. “I pray to God they’re here,” he said, knocking on the back door and waiting for a response.
At first, there was nothing. He knocked again, and there was a gentle squeak of footsteps upon the floorboards as someone came to open the door. The middle-aged man in the doorframe took only a moment to recognize Edward before pulling him forward in a tight embrace. “Son, it’s so good to see you again.” He grinned and held his boy tightly, holding back tears brimming his eyes.
“It’s good to be home,” Edward replied, separating himself from the hug and bracing two hands on Harrison’s shoulders. He couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face, only growing wider as he laid eyes on his mother. Hannah came forth and embraced her son as well, stepping back after a moment and taking in his appearance.
“You’ve grown so much, boy. It’s been, what? Nigh a decade since you left us. Oh Lord, I can’t believe it still – you aren’t a dream, are you?” A frail hand touched his face as Hannah felt her boy’s warmth again and suddenly she began to laugh – a joyful melodious sound in the dimly lit house.
“What brings you back here?” Harrison asked, curiosity aroused.
Edward stepped aside, revealing Vari’s smaller form behind him. “This is Varianna Pierce.” He made a gesture with his eyes, as if reminding them of the letters he sent when he first left for Tortuga. “We were in a small fight but neither of us are injured too badly.”
“Ahhhh, Varianna – yes, of course. Edward’s written us so many things about you. Come in dear, let’s get you fixed up,” Hannah said, taking in her battered appearance and placing an arm around her shoulder. “You know, I’ve always wanted a daughter, but after Ed I could no longer have children,” she explained softly, leading Vari upstairs to the guest room. “You’re very pretty as well.”
“Thank you Mrs. Blackhaven,” Vari replied, feeling a bit awkward as Hannah began to strip her of her torn garments. The shirts ended up on the floor in a bloodied pile and would end up being thrown away.
“This may sting a bit, but I promise it will only help,” Hannah said as she took a wet cloth and some alcohol and cleaned the cuts that marred Vari’s back. The brunette winced a bit, but just as quickly as the pain made itself known, it was gone. Hannah carefully removed a few splinters that were protruding from the woman’s skin as well. “Is that all?”
“No, I’ve one more – nothing of much importance,” Vari explained, turning her hand over and showing Hannah her palm. The older woman cleaned that wound as well before moving to the chest of drawers in the corner. She dug through the clothes and materials inside, finally coming across a strip of silk that could be used as a bandage, and a laced, white chemise for Vari to wear as a nightgown. After knotting the bandage, she helped dress Vari so as not to brush against any of the cuts on her back, and then stepped aside.
“Well, there you are… if you need anything else, please ask. It’s wonderful to have guests again.” She offered Vari a gentle smile before exiting the room and descending the stairs.
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“When I said to bring a woman home, I didn’t mean like this,” Harrison laughed, patting his son on the shoulder.
Edward grinned, shaking his head slightly. “She’s a good woman… she’s just had a lot of hardships in the past. I know you and mom will take care of her.”
“Of course we will,” Harrison promised with a nod of his head. As a silence set in, the distant gunshots and canon fire brought Edward back to the urgency of the situation. The town was still under attack, and here they were having a happy family reunion while others were dying.
“I need to go,” Edward announced, catching sight of the old clock on the mantle of the fireplace.
“Where? You only just got here…”
“I know, I know. But I’m going to find Aurora-Rose. She’ll have an idea of where to go from here.” Edward explained quickly. “I will be back in no more than an hour. Keep the doors and windows locked.”
“All right, son. See you shortly.”
“Goodbye, dad.” Before the door slammed shut and everything was quiet again.
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It had been a trying day and not one she would really like to think back on. So instead of reminiscing on the previous events on of the day she found herself walking from the dingy tavern near the edge of the town towards a very familiar place. The path was such second nature to her that one moment she was drinking a hearty pint of spiced rum and the next she was pushing her way through a dilapidated door.
The air was dank and the rising dust with every step she took caused her senses to tingle, but she was home. Staring around at what used to be a smithy Aurora-Rose couldn't help but smile. This used to be where her father worked before he got sick. He had been one of the best blacksmith's of Port Royal before a young Mr. Turner came in and brought friendly competition. She did not know the Turner's, but her father had and from the stories that he had told her they were a lovely family.
Moving towards the darkened soot stained windows A-Rose let her calloused fingers slide across the cool glass, collecting years of dirt upon the tips. Tilting her head to the side she began to write her name, eyes glazing over as a memory of the past came forward.
--"Catch me if you can!" The young brunette cried out to the blond boy who often stopped by the Delour Smithy. Her father just smiled with a slight rolling of his eyes as he pulled a heated blade from the fire.
"Just be careful..." He warned unnecessarily to his daughter and her friend, Gabriel. Aurora-Rose knew well enough her way around the shop and knew what areas were safe to play her little games. It was amusing to watch the young boy of wealthy blood running around with the likes of them. A refreshing scene really that he hoped wouldn't change when the boy grew older and found his place in the world and understood the hierarchy of things.
"You're too slow, I always catch you..." Was Gabriel's laughing reply, bounding forward after his friend. Breylin listened to the sounds of laughter and shuffling feet mixing in with the ringing twang of his mallet shaping the glowing blade. To many the sounds would be headache inducing but to him it was almost soothing, it allowed him to concentrate and produce some of his best blades.
"Papa, he's cheating again!" Aurora-Rose called out as she darted for the open window and was about to climb out just as Gabriel was grabbing her around her waist and pulling her back.
"No way, you're the one trying to cheat. You can't go out the window...right Mr. Delour?" Gabe's face turned to the elder man, blue eyes questioning and hopeful that the man would be on his side. Breylin had to control the will to laugh as he looked at the two kids playfully disheveled, especially Gabriel whose normally nicely curled hair and proper clothes were crazed and full of soot.
Before he could get his words out, Aurora-Rose beat him to the punch. "I didn't cheat..." she paused for a moment, finger tapping her chin before she spoke once more, finger moving from her chin to her chest. "Pirate!" --
Aurora-Rose eyes unglazed as she came back to the present, a sad smile playing on her lips. She was about to turn around when she heard footsteps coming closer to her, breath caught and body tensed afraid to turn around and see the man from her memories. Afraid and yet almost hopeful...It was a strange feeling that Aurora-Rose was not enjoying at the moment, for who else knew of this place of refuge than the man who was once a part of it.
"Aurora?" The voice shocked her for it was not the voice of the man she was expecting, shoulders slumped and a long breath left her that she had not fully realized she had been holding. Her heart beating more slowly now. Not to long after the question did another pair of footsteps join in.
"Dante...Soren, how'd you find me?" Aurora-Rose turned around, that famous smirk once plastered on her lips, all memories wiped from the depths of her eyes leaving her once more the woman she was today.
"Some locals told us we could find you here... there are quite some pleasant--" Before he had a chance to say anything else sound similar to cannon-fire rang through the old shop causing the three pirates to rush towards the door. Three sets of eyes immediately moving towards the sea and the horizon.
"Black sails..." Soren breathed out, hand resting idly on Dante's shoulder. That was not a good sign and all of them knew this.
"What do we do?" Dante questioned, eyes pulling away from the mystic scene to the two standing on either side of him. Soren shrugged his shoulders while Aurora-Rose placed a finger upon her chin, her other hand raising to adjust the hat on her head.
"What can we do... we're Pirates for godsake, we do what we do best... run." Her lips twisted in a grin, grabbing onto Dante's wrist and pulling him out of the shop and onto the chaotic streets. Soren simply stared at the two brunettes wondering who he associated himself with sometimes before following after them.
Aurora-Rose had no clue where she was going, but she hoped that somehow during their sprint an answer would come to her...
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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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Post subject: Posted: October 4th, 2010, 1:47 pm |
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(Bringing in Eve in this post! Ara, is it okay that she’s bumped into Ed? =) )
Eve rushed along the streets of Port Royal, filled with relief. She could hardly believe that she had escaped that awful cell – and it was all thanks to the pirates attacking the fort. Cannon fire had struck the brick wall of her cell, leaving a hole through which to flee, and Eve, along with her condemned inmates, had scrambled through. One prisoner had been unable to escape, though, the man in the cell beside Eve’s; he had long, dreadlocked black hair and tanned skin. He’d spoken words about The Black Pearl, but Eve had been too lost in her thoughts to attend to them.
What sheer bliss to feel fresh air on her face again. She’d believed that tomorrow morning, she would die, and die in the most horrific way; having the life choked out of her by a circle of rough rope. She’d heard awful tales about hangings, how long they sometimes took. Just the thought of it was enough to make her skin crawl with terror.
But where to go now? Her footsteps seemed to falter as her feet pounded along the cobbled street, and her breathing was ragged with exhaustion. She cut a striking figure even in her current panicked and unkempt state; she was tall and slender, with fair hair let loose around her shoulders in tangled locks. Her light blue gown looked worn with age, with tattered skirts, revealing her bare feet, which looked vulnerable and pale. Around her slim neck was a black cord, on which hung a tarnished silver crescent moon pendant.
Not an obvious pirate, perhaps, but very definitely a pirate. Eve knew that wherever she went to hide, she’d be looked upon with suspicion. She needed to find somewhere safe, or better yet, find a way to get away from the port. What she needed was a crew to join. And yet she felt wary of seeking out such a thing openly – the last crew she’d joined had abandoned her and betrayed her to the noose.
Despite herself, Eve felt tears creeping up on her. She was only twenty-three and yet it already seemed like her life was worthless. Fiercely, she brushed her damp eyes with the back of her hand. She couldn’t give in now. But what if someone attacked her? Her sword and pistols had been taken from her when she’d been arrested. “Heaven help me,” she muttered, her teeth clenched, longing for her prayer to be answered somehow.
And that exact moment was when she collided into the dark-haired man who had just exited a nearby house, forcing Eve to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes round with horror, she rubbed her sore shoulder, desperate that she would not be caught out and sent back to the cells. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
She looked at the man, only now realising how handsome he was. Of it’s own accord, her shaking hand strayed to the pendant at her throat, as if it was a lucky talisman that would protect her from harm. Looking closer, she couldn’t help seeing that there was something about this man… something different… he couldn’t be a pirate too, could he? She couldn’t ask him outright. Her lips moved as if she was trying to force more words out, but she was still too scared.
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Guinevere observed Sam wordlessly, letting the other redhead’s words sink in fully. She could not deny that the words “taking orders” grated on her, since she’d intended to be the Interceptor’s only mistress and captain. Still, she wanted the agreement sealed – she needed a crew to take the pride of Port Royal’s fleet, and she had one right here. If this was the only way to make good their deal, then so be it. All that mattered was being in with a chance to claim captaincy for herself. Smiling, she was about to reply, when she felt Liam take her hand. She turned her head towards him in confusion as he drew her away from the group, to a distance where they could not be overheard. “What is the meaning of this...?” she began to say, but her voice tailed away and her brow furrowed slightly as Liam began to make his farewell.
Suddenly, she could not help feeling slightly panicked. After a little while, she took a snatch of breath and spoke, trying to keep her voice normal. “I cannot deny how well the situation has turned out,” she admitted. “Before my very eyes are the makings of a crew to sail the Interceptor. I could not have hoped for more.” She paused, observing Liam’s determined expression. He was going to leave. But he couldn’t leave. She simply couldn’t let him. Guin picked over his words, examining their meaning. Pirates had ruined his life and prospects? How? When?
All the questions and thoughts going round in her head were making her uncomfortable. She felt Liam take her hand, the soft kiss he placed on her skin. “I do usually get what I want if I put my mind to it,” she agreed quietly, raising her eyes up towards him. “But I would be lying if I said that I have everything that I want. I don’t… not nearly.”
Guin gently held on to Liam’s hand. Why did she care so much about whether he stayed or left? Her emotions confused her so much; they seemed to change faster than the wind. “Whatever you believe, I have no wish to command you,” she continued. “I don’t know what happened to you that made you despise pirates, but… I’m sorry. I mean it. But I’m not sorry I became a pirate. I chose this path because I was betrayed, slandered, and cast out of my society when I was but a girl. I will never regret my choice. Piracy… it made me feel free, in control of my own destiny. That’s something I never had before.”
She paused, reflecting on her own words, wondering how Liam would react. How could she persuade him to come with her? They had known each other for only a day, and so much had happened since then. Guin inwardly struggled against herself and her own wishes. She hated edging around this. When it came to the simple truth, there was only one reason she could give him for why she despaired at his leaving. She glanced over her shoulder towards the others, who they stood apart from; noticing Cairbre’s head turn towards her, she looked back at Liam quickly before she could catch Cairbre’s eye, feeling a strange mix of emotions she didn’t understand. Focusing all of her attention on Liam, she took a deep breath. Just tell him, her mind insisted.
“But as I said,” she whispered, at last. “I don’t have everything that I want. And I cannot help but remember a certain question you posed to me, back in the tavern. What is it that I want?” she raised a slim shoulder and let it fall. Her expression was open and honest, devoid of any mockery, teasing or flirtatiousness. "You," she stipulated frankly, without a hint of fear. “And so there you have it. Feel free to gloat, or triumph.”
Despite her forthright manner, Guin could not help feeling astounded at her own admission. She had just told a man in the most honest of terms that she desired him! It wasn’t really something a lady should do. But then, she wasn’t just a lady – she was a lady and a pirate, and pirates never backed down from anything. A pirate would pursue the object of their desire until death, whether it was gold, jewels, or in fact another person. Not that this meant that he had won, however – for he’d started a battle from the moment they’d met, to claim her. This didn’t mean he owned her, or that she was his woman. Anyway, she had still yet to hear if he would stay or not, if she had changed his mind.
She still had hold of his hand. Her cheeks had now flushed pink with embarrassment as she reflected upon what she had said, but she did not let go. “I don’t want you to go,” she carried on, steadily. “Obviously the decision is yours, but I can’t let myself just stand back and watch you leave.” Delicately, she reached up with her free hand and rested it lightly against the base of Liam’s throat, her fingertips brushing his collarbones. Her skin was burning now, but still, she pushed onwards, determined to have her say. “I… I can’t explain properly how it is I feel. But I feel that I know you, and you know me.” She paused, trying to search for more words, longing to express her feelings more articulately. “I’m sorry that I hit you this afternoon,” she blurted out, suddenly. “I don’t mind that you named a kiss as your price for helping me. I don’t mind at all.” She fell silent then, her eyes flickering, holding her head high despite her awkwardness. No man would ever make her feel a fool. She slipped her hand from his and waited for his reply.
Whilst Liam and Guin stood apart from the group conversing, Cairbre remained standing near Sam and her companions, fighting an inward struggle. He repeated the words “calm down” to himself in his head like a mantra. This was really getting too much, and he was nearly overcome by the mad urge to bang his head against a brick wall, to see if it would wake him up from this unpleasant dream. In all the years he’d known Guin, she’d never behaved like this towards any man. He remembered his sister Rosalind telling him how Guin had once confided in her a pledge she had made to herself, never to give her heart to anyone. He remembered his heart sinking upon hearing those words. So what was it about Liam that was different?
Cairbre and Guin had met when he was twenty-two, and she was twenty-one. Cairbre could remember that night as if it had been yesterday. He could hear the music, the voices, the laughter… he saw Guin in that beautiful dark blue dress, walking alone… the surprised smile on her face when he asked her to dance. It all seemed so near. He couldn’t let Liam destroy everything they’d shared.
Realising that he’d stayed silent for quite a while now, he looked towards Sam, Demarion and Everett, and nodded his head politely. “I’m sure Guinevere will give you her answer in a moment,” he said, his tone even and measured as always, addressing Sam. “It seems she has a few matters to address.”
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