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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 11:04 am |
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Margaret had fainted form the pain. Soon she started to remember.
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~ A 5 yr old Margaret walked over to the two people waiting for her, one was a rough looking man with kind eyes, the other was a boy her age. "Hello." The man said, "You must be Margaret?" She nodded. "Then I would be your Uncle Richard, and this be your cousin Jack." "'Ello." The cousins said at the same time. ~
~ 15 Yr old Margaret Walked over to her cousin Jack. They had just lost her Uncle to an illness. "Where to go from here Jack?" She asked, he looked at the sea. "I want to travel. Perhaps,...we could get a grand ship with fathers money. And I will be the greatest Captain to rule the Carribean!" "But Jack," Margaret looked at him. "We surely need to get a crew together first. I bet the Pub would be the best place to look, saavy?" Jack held a confused look. "What does that mean? ..The word savvy?" Margaret laughed. "It means 'do you agree'." ~
~ Margaret looked at the man, then to her cousin, and back. They were 25, Jack and herself, and they were going to die unless... "If you let Jack go. I will marry you. But only If Jack can have his freedom." The man looked her up and down. "Agreed." Jack Sparrow looked at his cousin in disbelief. "Margaret! Come to your senses! Don't be daft like me!" She looked at him sadly. "Hey, at lest this way, we will live, and one of us will be free and happy." Jack gave his last words to her saying, "How can I be happy if we are not together? Traveling the seas?" ~
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 12:21 pm |
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Arabella pulled some smelling salts from inside her pouch and rubbed them under Jack's nose, hoping he would revive.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 12:21 pm |
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Arabella pulled some smelling salts from inside her pouch and rubbed them under Jack's nose, hoping he would revive.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 12:22 pm |
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ooc. sorry for the double post.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 1:29 pm |
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Jack's body was limp as he was set in the chair by Arabella. So limp that as Arabella pulled out the smelling salts Jack's body slid out of the chair and hit the ground with a loud thump.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 2:33 pm |
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Arabella picked up Jack again. "Come on Jack, get up." She hoped that she didn't throw out her back. She tried the smelling salts again.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 2:37 pm |
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Jack was as limp as a fish as he got put in the chair once more. His eyes started to flinch as Arabella placed the smelling salts under his nose again. This time it worked. He jumped up with a yell knocking the salts out of Arabella's hand. "What happened?" His face held a puzzeled look as he searched the other faces around him.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 2:40 pm |
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"It's alright" Arabella said. She pushed him down in the chair. "You need to stay still for a few minutes until you get your bearings back."
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 3:26 pm |
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((Oc: sorry that I havent replied, I had a big test to study for))
Devina stood stone faced. None of Drak's actions had suprised her, or even worried her by the look on her face. "Pity..." she murmered looking thoughtfully at the dead man's body. "Pity...Father would have been so angry..." a faint smile tugged again at her lips. She stared at Jack, then at his cousin.
"Nevermind...nevermind." Davey Jones said, as the ship opposite sank slowly into the water. He had wanted the ship for his own. He turned onn his daughter, who was nearly as big as he "You must never come attached. You will only be dissapointed. You enjoy livi'n? Well, your' gonna die. Enjoy money? You' go skinnt. I got me'opes up for that ship there, and boom! Down she goes..."the teenager nodded gazing dreamily at the ship, then turned and shot the man who had fiered the last hot that had sunk the ship. Jones gazed fondly down at huis daughter "Th's ma boy." he praised. Devina nodded proud for once, that her her father was proud of her...
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 6:19 pm |
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Minara raises one eyebrow at Jack and watches, unfazed, as he slumps to the ground. She rolls her eyes. "I meant money, you numbskull...." She then turns to look at the others. "Any o' you got money for a drink? It's the least you could do for one who just saved a life..." Her smirk is cunning yet kind.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 10:36 pm |
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((hey, not joining this one, but just thought I'd say that I'm a regular reader of this RPG. Too late in this one to enter, but if you guys ever start up another POTC RPG, pm me! I typically do the role of Jack, but seeing as Pippin has filled that spot (and doing a fine job, i might add) I have alternatives I may try. Anyway...ignore me...proceed! *sits back to watch the story unfold*))
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 10:39 pm |
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Jack shook out hit head, trying to clear the dizzy sensation he had. His face held a funny expression that faded to no expression at all as he said, "Dear me....that's a lot of blood.." He said as he noticed all the blood on the floor, and quite every where again. His eyes began to roll back in his head. "Oh......." He said as he saw white stars appear infront of him.
(Potr, there is still time to join the RP if you'd like!)
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 10:45 pm |
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She grabs Jack and hauls him into a seat and turns the seat away from the blood. "If you're that queasy, don't look at it...Sheesh..."
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 10:49 pm |
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Slowly Margaret opened her eyes, a smile graced her lips as she realized she lived though another of Dracks murder attemps. She sat up cringing at the pain she felt. Sure she had felt better, but she wasn't going to give in. She looked at the blood on the floor. 'Surely that can't all be mine.' she thought. Then she noticed her husband, her dead husband. Then it hit her. He was dead. "He really is dead. I don't belive it." She said out loud alerting everyone that she was awake. She let out a cackle, "It's to good to be true. But he's dead." Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her knew at once they were Jacks.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 10:53 pm |
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Yes they were Jack's...except he wasn't hugging her in love, but was rather trying to balance himself after he sat up from the chair Minara sat him in. He turned his head towards Minara and said, "What do you mean queasy? I mean..blood is blood,..and..blood is natural..and blood is all...over the place..and..." THUMP! Jack passed out.....again.
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Post subject: Posted: November 1st, 2005, 11:01 pm |
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Margaret laughed. "Jack always did, have a weak stomach for blood. I remember on time we were watching my Uncle shave. He nicked himself and bleed a few drops. Next thing we knew, Jack was on the floor like a dead man." She laughed some more even though it hurt. "But I haven't seen him faint so much since we were ten and he drank a boodle of Uncle Richards Rum."
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