[Bumpeh for Ara ]

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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.

[[ Actually it's PD's turn again ]]

[[Do not die KAWEOTH... do not die ]]

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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

[[ Right then. PD’s gone and left us this, so I guess we’ll just go along with my idea from the previous page, about switching around charries to make it all work out. <b>Lothy</b>, I shall need you to play Jack now, as we’re skipping ahead to Tia’s shack - hopefully that’s not too much to ask as I will be playing Tia so we’ll have some verbal exchange together. <b>Pandora</b>, you are given Will - have fun with that You could actually start playing him at Tia’s if you’d like… and that’s about it I think… <b>Lothy</b>, I’ll take Jack back after this scene if that’s all right.

<b>Skipping ahead to the Tia Dalma’s shack scene ~ thus every other plotline should jump ahead as well!!!</b> ]]

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Tia Dalma’s gaze drifted upwards from the charms splayed about her table as the door to her shack slowly swung open. A genuine smile quickly occupied her visage as she realized who her surprise guests were. “Jack Sparrow… such a long time, don’t it…” Tia grinned, slipping skillfully past hanging jars and rows of candles piled about the room to greet him. But her smile quickly faded as she glanced past the pirate captain, past the crowd of pirates in the doorway, her eyes falling on Will. There was… something about this man - something different… Hand outstretched, she brushed past Jack and looked over the ex-blacksmith. “You have a touch of… destiny about you… William Turner.” She breathed, dark eyes searching his face.

Varianna nudged Edward, trying to get him to move out of the way so she wouldn’t be so tightly pressed back against the wall. “Blackhaven, move yer a<b></b>ss,” she whispered fiercely, feeling the onset of claustrophobia from being in such a crowded spot for this long.

“Ow!” Ed exclaimed as Vari pushed him into Shaelyn, who gave the both of them a <i>what the hell?</i> look. “Sorry,” he apologized quickly, before turning back to Vari and pulling her out of the shack by her arm, ignoring glances from their fellow crewmates as they stepped outside onto the wooden porch. “I need to speak with you,” he said, looking down into Vari’s eyes as the fireflies drifted past them.

A sudden look of concern crossed Vari’s face, fearing something was wrong by the hushed tone of his voice. “What is it, Ed?”

“Nothing,” he breathed, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek, never breaking their locked gaze. He shook his head slightly, as if to reassure himself that everything was okay as he tenderly caressed the side of her face. “I needed to speak with you, alone… because I wanted you to know just how much you mean to me…” He could care less that Sam was standing within earshot - he needed to tell Vari this now, before it was too late. For ten years, he had kept his feelings locked away, but no more. “That letter… the one you gave to Sam -” he paused to pull the worn paper from his overcoat pocket and read it aloud:

Dear Edward,
I write this to you know for I know that in the future we will meet again. If not by words I want to let you know by this note that my heart belongs to you. You mean more to me than I ever showed. I love you Ed with all my heart, my soul, my life. We'll meet again soon
Always yours, Vari

Vari flashed a bright smile as he whispered the last three words back to her. “An’… do ye return the sentiment?” She grasped his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Edward felt his heart beat faster, knowing that this moment was absolutely perfect.

“I do…” he leaned in to close the gap between them, but stopped short. “But I need to know that this ain’t just a one night thing… I need to know it’s fore’er…”

Varianna was about to reply, about to press her lips against his in a silent answer, when suddenly rowboats on the Pantano River caught her eye. It couldn’t be the crew, because everyone was inside the shack with Jack and Tia. “Who goes there?!” She called out into the night.

“We who seek answers,” came the reply, carried upon the gentle breeze. It was that of a woman, but Vari and Edward could not make out the figures drifting towards them. As they came closer, it was clear there were four women in the boat; an older woman clad in red and gold, and three blondes --

“Robyn!” Edward exclaimed, clearly recognizing his younger cousin as one of the new arrivals. Shock and surprise danced across his features as she leapt into his arms, embracing him tightly with a cry of his name. The two rocked back and forth as they hugged, laughing and rejoicing.

MP climbed the last section of the ladder before she too, was standing on the porch with Vari and Edward. She smirked as Robyn hugged the man, most likely a relative of hers, before her glance was cast upon the brunette woman who much resembled herself. <i>Could it be?</i> “You… what is your name?” She asked, feeling a tinge of hope deep within.

“Varianna Pierce.”

MP gasped, hardly able to control herself as she embraced her daughter tightly. “Varianna… I have been searching for you for nigh a decade. I am your mother, Maribel,” MP said, removing the hat that shielded her face.

Vari was at a loss for words, simply shaking her head in disbelief. “No, you cannot be… my mother is dead - ”

“**No, soy su madre. Me dieron una segunda oportunidad en la vida, bendecida por una diosa. He estado buscando le y Keyara por una absolutamente cierta hora. Estoy alegre finalmente haber encontradole, Degaldo.”

“Mamá, le falté,” Vari said, returning her mother’s embrace and burying her head into her shoulder, the entire night just having taken a turn for the better.

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[[Will, I’m going to skip the Keyara and James part for now until the other pirates are ready to head to Tortuga, okay?

And what Maribel said to Vari was -- **“No, I am your mother. I was given a second chance at life, blessed by a goddess. I have been looking for you and Keyara for quite some time. I am glad to have finally found you, Degaldo.” And then Vari just said, “Mom, I missed you.” ]]

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

[ I'm so sad that PDie won't be here anymore to play Beckett.. Oh and Ara (or anyone else for that matter) could you explain what they will be doing at Tia's and what is the plan.. because I quite lost it..

And I think Ed is going to be in trouble.. I didn't know that his feeling had turned so quickly. That almost-kiss will cause quite some drama.

I will post tommorow ]

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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.

[[You don't know what you've done by putting Will into my hands , but I will do my best!]]

The ride to Tia Dalma's shack had been quite interesting. Will had thought he had seen it all after embarking on a journey with Jack and the whole Isla de Meurta scenario, but now standing in Tia's home he had to rethink everything that he thought he knew about the world of Pirates.

If things weren't weird enough, the woman dressed in shredded cloth moved... if that was even the correct word. To Will the woman actually slinked towards him and he found himself taking a step back. Not that he could get very far with all the other people around him. He didn't know how almost the entire crew fit into the small shack but they did...

Anyways, Tia was eying him down and he found himself quite uncomfortable, a brow raising as tried to figure out what Tia Dalma wanted... and then she spoke. What strange words, but then he realized she had said his name.

"You know me?"

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While Will was trying to reevaluate his actions of entering the world of piracy upon entering Tia's shack, Aurora-Rose was reveling in the strange trinkets and bottles of liquids hanging from the walls. Surprisingly she felt quite comfortable in the crowded room and her eyes continually shifted around just taking everything in.

Dante had a hard time from keeping himself from laughing, he could practically feel Aurora-Rose bouncing beside him. He knew that if A-Rose had found herself alone with Tia... well maybe it was best not to think about the chaos that would ensue with the two eccentric characters.

Neither Dante nor Aurora-Rose noticed Varianna and Edward slipping out of the shack. If A-Rose were to notice the two of them slipping away and heard the words that they said to one another she would have been happy that Vari had found a good guy, because from what she knew Edward was a good guy.

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One who did notice the departure of the two Pirates was Shiloh. Not only did he see the two leave, but being the closest to the door next to Zoe he could hear the entire conversation as well. Not that he meant to eavesdrop, but it was just impossible not to hear the devoted words the two spoke to one another.

A strange feeling swept through him and his eyes found themselves looking briefly at Zoe's profile before they found themselves at his feet once more.

[[crappy [<-- How is crappy a bad word?] post, but it will do xP]]

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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

Gibbs had not liked the idea of going to Tia's shack in the middle of the swamp. He looked around at all the occult and magical trinkets, there was even a very large snake crawling through the rafters. He crossed himself quickly as if afraid the action would cause him to spontaneously combust. Seeing that he was still standing, he pushed further inward to listen to the conversations flying about the room.

Everything around him screamed unholiness, and the woman in front of him no less. She looked at Jack and Will like they were toys in a plan and he shifted back and forth on his feet.

"I don't like this a lick," he said to the nearest person. "It reeks of bad luck."

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Christine had spoke little to the crew during the trip to the shack. She was holding a grudge against the only people who really knew her on board and for a good portion of the journey made herself useful by keeping up in the crow's nest looking for tell tale cypress trees.

Although Jack and Gibbs had left her in New Orleans so long ago she had grown remarkably fond of the area. The people had taken her in, but her heart longed for home - and it still did, but she resolved that she would never get there - and when she found herself back on the island of Tortuga (a place that she hated more than Jack and Gibbs loved it) she found herself longing for the big cypress trees and lightening bugs of her temporary home.

The minute she entered the swamp she felt calmed, as if somehow she was getting another chance. Everyone else seemed on edge because they were visiting the Obeah priestess, but all she could think of was the moss hanging down like pretty decorations. She smiled as they entered the hut and watched as Jack began a discussion, but he was quickly put aside when Tia began to focus on Will.

She took the time to break the silence between she and Jack, only a short question or she might burst with something embarrassing.

"Jack...Captain," how do you address a man you haven't held a decent conversation with in years? "Is she always like this?" She questioned while her head gestured towards Tia Dalma.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Sam was not paying attention to whatever was going on in Tia's shack. As she was standing next to Guinevere, whom she'd befriended after the girl had recovered from all her misfortune, her mind was going over all what had happened on the journey to this place. The new friendship with Guinevere had somehow replaced the tight bond she'd had with Vari, who still seemed to ignore her after their clash. But what troubled Sam even more, was that Edward had changed. After the incident with Vari, he somehow seemed more troubled, and absent-minded when he was around her. Sam sometimes even thought that he was not in love anymore. She noticed how he secretely watched Varianna, how he sometimes smiled at her, made fun with her..

These thoughts were nagging her; consumed her. The redhead's usual happy appearance had been replaced by a tired look and her freckled face had become pale. Sam suffered from it, but she could not bring herself to confront Ed. After years of turmoil and adventures, she'd hoped that her marriage to Edward would be the dawn of a new period. A period of love, happiness and perhaps even a family. Her dream seemed to have come through when Edward professed his love for her, but now that man had changed. He seemed to have regrets and avoided her if he could.

As Jack, the Blacksmith and the rest of the crew took interest in Tia's words, Sam couldn't help but notice how Varianna and Edward moved to the back of the cabin and disappeared in the night. The redhead glanced for a moment at Guinevere, but then quietly followed the two pirates, as she tried to ignore the hollow feeling in her stomach.

The words which were said, the confessions which were made, crushed Sam. All air seemed to be pressed from her body as she listened to the two lovers, concealed in the shadows. She felt an aching pain in her chest, as if her heart was breaking. Sam could almost not take anymore, when suddenly a new party arrived in longboats, over the river, seemingly aqcuintances of both Vari and Ed. But Sam couldn't care anymore. Blinded by the tears that welled up in her eyes, she darted forward to the group and grabbed Edward's arm, pulling him with her until there was enough distance between them and the group and they could not be overheard.

"Edward?" Sam asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling, while the tears ran down her face. She looked even more miserable than before. The lack of understandment written on her face. "How can you do this? I love you.. You told me you loved me..Was it all just a lie?"

[ Oh and couldn't we just have Keykey and James conversing for a while until the rest gets to Tortuga?.. Playing them is lots of fun ]

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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.

Zoë’s eyes were wide as she gazed around the crowded candle lit shack. It held a great sense of familiarity; the jars full of miscellaneous phantasmagoria, the numerous snakes and even the woman whom was currently getting quite close and personal with the young, but most assuredly handsome, blacksmith. She was trying to match the images she was seeing now to any memories from her childhood when she felt someone’s gaze upon her. She looked to her side just as Shiloh looked away. Why had he been staring at her? It was then she noticed voices floating through the doorway and couldn’t help but tweak an ear toward them. From what she could hear of the conversation, it was personal and heartfelt. She felt something flutter in her stomach as she glanced over to Shiloh again, Vari and Ed’s devoting words repeating themselves in her head, however he was busy staring at his feet. For reasons she could not understand, Zoë felt quite dejected, as if part of her wanted Shy to be whispering words of love and devotion in her ear, instead of avoiding her gaze. She watched as Sam brushed passed her, heading for the door and then returned her thoughts to her childhood in an attempt to place her feeling of déjà vu.

It was then she started to recall standing in the very same spot as she was now, but as a young girl of about three years old. Her mother held her hand tightly and smiled down at her, albeit nervously. In fact if she remembered correctly, everybody in the small shack exuded nervousness, apart from the dark skinned woman whom was sat at the head of a large table wearing a mysterious and alluring smile that almost split her face in two. To her mother’s shock, little Zoë decided to boldly venture forward toward the Obeah woman and announce quite clearly and without fear that she liked Miss Tia’s snake, who was hanging from the rafters.

She felt her eyes sting slightly at the memory of her mother faded. She cursed under her breath at her foolishness and tried hard to blink away the offending tears. She succeeded, but not before one managed to escape and cascade down her rosy cheek.

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Jack’s eyes were busy wandering around the shack, looking for things he could possibly pocket when Christine addressed him.

“Aye Chrissie luv’.” He answered with a glance toward Will and Tia Dalma. “Tia and I go way back though, so don’t worry your self about things that ought not to be worried about.” He gave the young woman an awkward pat on the back before turning his attention back to the many trinkets that lay around the shack.

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Alanna watched Tia’s every move carefully, not fully trusting the woman. She wouldn’t be here at all had she not over heard Jack talk of Davy Jones. She had a feeling she knew what Jack was up to and vowed that if she were right, she’d make sure Jack had all the help he needed. For her the clock was ticking. In another eight years time she would be called forward to join the slimy git’s crew and her beloved Duchess would be dragged back to the dark depths.

She felt Carmel fidget beside her and placed a calming hand on her arm,

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Carmel didn’t like snakes. Neither did she like what ever was in the jars that hung from the rafters of the crowded candle lit shack. She was on edge and could feel claustrophobia start to set in. Swallowing hard she shifted her weight onto her other foot and jumped slightly as something touched her arm. She turn her gaze upward and her eyes met Alanna’s who smiled softly. Carmel smiled back gratefully and tried to calm her nerves.

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Hector watched Andrea as she listened intently at the side of the doorway, just out of sight from the people in the other room. He was still trying to get his head around their situation and it didn’t help to know that the man who had shot him was standing mere meters away in the next room and not be able to do anything about it. The pair were under strict instruction from Tia Dalma to stay hidden and to be as quiet as possible.

Drea looked as if she’d aged five years in the six months he had been gone. He realised the last ten years must have caught up with her. It didn’t impair her beauty however, he thought to himself. She wore her blonde hair, which had grown a good four inches longer, down and it cascaded over her shoulders to her waist in waves, her eyes were still the same striking green they had always been and her completion was still an unflawed dainty porcelain, despite the Caribbean sun it had been endlessly subjected to.

He’d put up a good fight in his disorientated post-waking state, but had instantly calmed once his eyes had met hers. He didn’t think he’d ever see her again, when he had embraced the cold darkness that was his death. It had scared him, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, to die alone like he that. It had given him a new found appreciation for things, especially his young first mate. Not that he hadn’t appreciated her before, but things had become clearer to him that he had failed to see before. Yet he still lacked the courage to act on them.

“Hector, you’re staring at me.” Drea whispered, having turned to look at him and finding his gaze transfixed on her from the bed where he lay, still very weak.

“Jus’ admirin’ the view lass.” He whispered back with a wolfish smirk. “Surely ye can’t deny a dead man tha’?” He wasn’t quite sure how to read the look she gave him, but the slight twitch of her lips told him that she at least hadn’t taken offence to the comment.

“You’re incorrigible.” She said then smiled as she looked away again toward the doorway.

“Aye.” He agreed with her. “Tha' be true.”

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

Tia became a bit too close for comfort but suddenly her gaze fell upon the other guests - enough pirates to crew two or more ships. There were many of them, all shapes and sizes with different hair lengths and facial features, some with tanned skin matted with dirt, while others were pristinely clean. It was obvious that there was not enough room for everyone in the small shack, yet Tia welcomed them all to her abode with open arms. “Come visitors… an’ make you’selves comfortable…” She moved back to take a seat at the head of the ancient table, not even bothering to clean off the numerous jars or papers littering it. “Tell me your troubles - but… before we begin, I must remind ya dat I demand payment.” She looked directly to Jack, instinctively knowing that it was by his urging that they had all traveled here. Though the reason for this gathering had yet to be named, the obeah woman had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Jack’s debt to Davy Jones.

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“Not sure what we’re doing here,” Soren breathed to Dante, finding the entire situation incredibly creepy - particularly the many jars of eyeballs staring back at him. How did this woman come to acquire such… <i>intriguing</i> objects? Not really wanting to find out, he turned back to his lover with a smirk, coming up with an idea. “Say… why don’t you an’ I go <i>explore</i> these woods? A-Rose can always fill us in as to what we missed…”

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Edward didn’t know what happened for a second, as a strong arm was pulling him away from the doorframe and from Vari and the new arrivals. “What’s… <i>Sam</i>?” He hardly had time to ask what this was all about when she began crying and trembling. Edward listened to her words, saying nothing until she was finished. It was difficult to see her cry, and yet he made no move to comfort her. “They were never lies… my feelings for you were real - at one point,” Edward confessed, finding it hard to look Sam straight in those beautiful brown eyes. He instead chose to focus on the moonlight reflecting on the water of the river, hoping that it would provide some sort of comfort - albeit empty comfort. The fact that he was breaking his best mate’s heart was killing him, but Edward knew he had to make a choice. And that choice was not Sam. “I’m sorry that it’s come down to somethin’ like this…” here he paused to draw in a deep breath, “…but I cannot marry you without regretting it each and every day of my life. I cannot watch your shadow upon the balustrade without <i>her</i> thought passing through my mind…” He knew it sounded terrible, but sometimes the truth was far less than beautiful. “I am more than thankful that you are my friend… but there ain’t anythin’ more to that. We are destined to be friends, not lovers.” Edward watched her face intently, understanding completely if she hated his guts from this point on. At least he had made his real feelings known and wouldn’t suffer from a guilty conscience.

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Robyn turned, smiling back to Eve, but as she opened her mouth to speak, she found that Edward was being dragged off by a red-haired woman who looked none-too-pleased with him. The blonde looked to Eve inquiringly, as if her friend would have some sort of answer, but none came. She simply shrugged, deciding that later on she would introduce the two. “Sorry about that, Eve… maybe later? As for now, perhaps we should just follow Maribel and listen to what she’s got to say…”

“It be a lot, my dear,” Maribel said in reply to Robyn, with an arm still around Varianna’s shoulder. “For when you’ve experienced as much as I have, you find that a lot of tales come from it. But I must ask, what’s this gathering going on here?”

Vari shook her head. “Not sure really, it’s all Jack Sparrow’s doing. Sailed for him for near ten years… left to start my own crew and was mutinied. So I suppose I’m sailing for him once more. Not that he’s a bad captain, quite the opposite actually even if he does manage to do more harm than good.”

“Well, what say we change that? From this moment on, I am appointing you as first mate aboard the <i>Hellbourne Privateer</i>.” Maribel’s smile was genuine; the happiest she’d been since the birth of her first daughter, who she had finally been reunited with at last. But the search was not yet over. Now the question that remained was, “Where is Keyara?”

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It seemed hours that the grand British ship had been sailing, and yet Keyara felt as though they had not traveled an inch. The churning water looked the same, stretching on endlessly for miles. Fortunately, night had already swallowed the sun on the horizon, and the stars were just beginning to appear along with traces of dark clouds. A steady wind was picking up, carrying the sails faster and it had begun to drizzle. The cool beads of rain were welcomed on Keyara’s powdered skin - it had been an unbearably hot day and her lace fan had become something of her best friend, constantly waving it over her face and neck for some sort of relief.

She had caught each and every glare James sent her out of the corner of her eye, only to send her own back in reply. If this was going to turn into some sort of mental and verbal war, then James didn’t know who he was dealing with. She wasn’t just another society-born woman, boxed in by everyday standards. Oh no. Keyara was different - a well-read lady who spoke her mind and knew how to negotiate her way out of almost any situation. And knowing that James was still watching, the blonde pulled out her bible and began to read aloud to any that would listen.

“<i>Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.</i>”

Luke Irdess listened intently to that melodious voice he had come to crave in only the past few weeks as he stood on guard only a few feet from Keyara. He watched her carefully, the way the rain caught upon her collarbone, only to continue downwards past the top of her dress. Normally Luke would prefer to wander alone, reflect upon things and keep silently to himself, but the feelings she instilled in him made him want to climb the tallest mountain and shout his innermost thoughts to all who could hear. He was so caught in his daydream that he hardly noticed one of his soldier friends approach his side.

[[Beginnings of a Hurricane that the ship is going to sail through, and the person coming up to Luke can be either Gabe or Carlist - or both - doesn’t make any difference to me. ]]

Shiloh hated himself for being shy, a little pun on his own name. He wondered if his parents had perceived his future personality by naming him Shiloh but he would never truly know. It was probably Shiloh just being too hard on himself as he always did and so moving his eyes away from his feet he allowed them to fall on the rest of the crew once more. And once again his eyes ended on Zoë... or at least the spot where Zoë had been.

Brows shot up when the blond was no longer by his side and dark orbs searched the room until he saw the tall woman moving easily and with a certain elegance through the crowd of pirates to the Obeah woman.

Like a gravitational pull, his body followed the path that Zoë had created in her wake, only stopping when he caught sight of the woman's profile once more to see a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Seeing that the rest of the crew was starting to settle at the words of Tia, Shiloh took his chance to pull Zoë aside. "Hey, are you alright?" Without thought he raised his hand and brushed the tear away from her cheek and then let his hand all to his side once more, a small quirk of a smile on his lips.

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Will simply stared at Tia Dalma when she got just a tad too close to him. The way she looked at him was like she was scouring into his very soul. It made him feel awkward and all he wanted to do was to turn around and walk right back out of the shack. Screw Jack and all that the man had planned but one thought was keeping him standing and that was Tia's words of destiny.

And so he stayed in the crowded shack with the rest of the crew and moved to take a seat at the long wooden table, waiting to see what Jack was going to come up with as payment for the information they needed.

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Dante rolled his head to the other side where Soren was standing and smirked. "Can we ever be sure what we be doing when it comes to Jack?" A small chuckle left him as the crew members began to shift around the shack to find a comfortable seat to settle in, or a wall to lean against when floor space became limited.

Dante was just about to move to find himself a nice spot on some stacked boxes when Soren offered up a much better plan. "Aye, I'd like to see what these woods have to offer..." A playful smirk playing on his features. "You alright with that A-Rose?" He already knew that she was going to fill them in, but it was nice to ask anyways, plus it would also be good if someone knew where they were in case they got lost or something else happened to them.

Although he was excited about the exploring part, these were strange woods and anything could be lingering in them.

"Of course, now scamper off you two... don't make too much of a scene." A wink was all he got from the woman who was making her way to squeeze herself between Will and whoever else was going to be sitting down at the table.

Dante bit his lip to stop his laughter, pulling Soren with him outside of the shack and past the people who were just making there way to Tia Dalma's. He paid the new group no attention since his mind was on other matters at the moment.

Aurora-Rose noted that there were some crew members missing and turning around this way and that she saw some heads near the doorway of Tia's shack. "Oy, Vari, Ed, Sam! Get 'n here... "

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Gabe was just walking aimlessly aboard the ship. He had grown quite weary over the past few days and he did not know why. Thoughts of years passed continually faded in and out of his mind and it made him lose track of everything he should be doing as a member of the royal guard. He was starting to become infected by the past and that would just not do.

There had to be someway he could forget the days gone by, and at the moment Gabriel found that walking this way and that to be somehow soothing. It helped that the sea was churning and the clouds were growing dark, in a way it made him feel lighter, a bit of a paradox but then again Gabriel was not an easy man to understand at times.

Making his third round of the lower decks, Gabriel finally took the stairs to begin walking around the top deck. The rain another source of comfort causing blond curls that did not hold in the low ponytail to stick to the side of his face. He was about to turn to the left when he caught sight of Luke all but drooling at the feet of the Lady of the Ship. The sight made him grin and he just had to walk over and place his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Like what you see?"

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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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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

"And I believed you.” Sam answered, her voice was empty, but did not tremble anymore. “I believed that it did mean something..” How she hated herself now. She hated herself for believing that he really felt something for her. That she had hoped that they were destined to be with each other… Her head was spinning with all that Edward said to her, tears still rolling down her cheeks. But when he mentioned Varianna, her head gave a little jerk, and she stared at Ed with wide eyes as if she just now realised that her fiancée had left her for her former best friend, whom had tried to kill her not a short while ago.
A stifling cold seemed to spread through her body when all that she had feared seemed to come ttrue. She could hardly grasp how this ever could have happened. Astonishment took hold of her as her head mulled over his words. Hadn’t he told her that Vari and he had only been mere friends? Had it been her? Had he found her to be disappointing?
Her brown eyes tried to find his, but Edward, purposely, seemed to have turned away. “She stole you from me… And you let her..” Her words were accusing, her voice cold as ice.
Somewhere, far away it seemed, she heard Guin’s voice, and only after the woman lay her hand on her arm, she seemed to comprehend her words. The redhead glanced briefly at her friend, before turning back to Edward for a last time.
“You are not my friend. You do not deserve it,” she spoke quietly, this time catching his gaze. “You have no idea what you have done..”
And with that Sam walked away, grasping Guin’s arm tightly as she was numbed by grief.
“Guin?” she muttered softly in a daze, when they were outside the crowd’s reach. “Can’t we go away? Far away…And never return…”

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The journey had been long, too long for James Norrington. He had to get used to his new status aboard. He was no longer an officer to the crown, let alone Commodore. He felt useless and the surplus of free time caused him to mull over past events, over and over again. The fact that the crew ignored him was a relief, but the English lady, Beckett's accomplice seemed to use every moment to show her scorn or to bicker with him.

Norrington hung over the rail of the ship, quite at his leisure, sometimes throwing some amused glanced at Keyara, who was standing only a few feet away. He noticed how the wind was picking up its speed and how dark clouds were looming in the air. His instinct which he had developed by his endless experience of travelling on open waters told him that there was to be a storm. A bad one..

"O God, Who knowest us to be set in the midst of such great perils," he started with his deep voice, while staring out over the ocean. "That, by reason of the weakness of our nature, we cannot stand upright, grant us such health of mind and body, that those evils which we suffer for our sins we may overcome through Thine assistance."

"Let us pray that He will assist us now.." James said, turning to Keyara. "This storm will not be kind to us."

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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.

[[ Just a small bump for Lothy and Maeth to know that this has been updated This is going really well; I'm glad we've gotten faster with posting, to be honest. ]]

(Yay! I'm happy about the frequent updates too. They feed my obsession. hahah)

Gibbs continued to shift about nervously until he was near the round table at the middle of the room. For some reason the table was a great anchor for him and his nerves. It was a normal thing in the midst of something abnormal. Gibbs had seen and faced the abnormal before - walking dead obviously fell into that category as did curses of heathen gods.

"Don't like it a bit," he muttered again under his breath. His hand in the mean time groped under his vest to clasp his ever hand flask. The man smiled to himself and removed the top with uncertain fingers. The first swig did him a world of good and the second almost completely allayed his unease. Rum was a blessing, he thought. No matter those who referred to it as the devil's drink.

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Christine's head turned and she fixed Jack with an indignant glare, stepping out of reach of his arm. The woman really should have kept her mouth closed and simply nodded. But anger and frustration were welling, but this was a decidedly bad time to demand an answer for past wrongs. Still, she spoke and it was not entirely civil.

"I," she said while making sure the word was infused with a certain amount of pent up hostility. "Am not worried." She wanted to add a scornfully that she would never worry about him. It was good she didn't because her presence here and at the island of cannibals would be in direct contradiction to the statement.

"Just curious," she added instead, her tone was still clipped. The man seemed to be intent on other things now and she felt her stomach sink a little. She gave him another glare before letting her attentions wander. She found the large albino snake resting contentedly on a desk laden with knick knacks near her and she ran her hand along over his scales like she might a dog. The snake picked its head up in mild curiosity at the thing petting it, but ignored her and simply set his large lemon colored head back on the wooden surface.

"Yeah," Christine said as if the snake had spoken to her, she was of course imagining things, but it was nice to think it sympathized.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me