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Time seemed to fly by as soon as the Duchess had left for open sea. Sam was now glad that she was persuaded by Guinevere to join her and her friend, Cairbre. The feeling of the wind in her face and the smell of the salt water seemed to have healing powers and the redhead had almost forgotten all her troubles. Almost..

Sam's sense of adventure had returned to her. But sailing the seas, looking for treasure was not enough for her. She needed more: adventure, action.. danger. A certain longing had seized her, a longing to do something bold, something reckless. This she did not show to the others though. She tried not to show her feelings anymore, but nourished her little desires as if it was the only thing she'd left.

The start of their journey was dull, all things went as they ought to and even the weather seemed to remain friendly. There was enough to do on the ship though, and even if Sam would have wanted to, she was way too busy to let her thoughts dwell on the past.

"So how's things between you and Cairbre?" Sam asked Guinevere
one moment curiously as they were busy with checking the supplies. "You two seem to be more than friends.."

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James stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene with a mocking look in his eyes. Keyara was sitting behind a table with nice little cups and plates, as if she'd arranged this lovely tea party. Norrington could quite picture her as the neat lady in a tearoom in London. But what this woman was doing in the Carribean only the Lord could know, and James briefly wondered how she ever thought he could take her serious like this..

Not able to wipe the smug grin from his face, he entered the room and slowly sank in one of the chairs. Above him, he heard running footsteps, agitated orders and the howling wind in the sails. He just couldn't believe that he was just now drinking tea with one of his enemies.

"A truce?" he repeated, his voice filled with skepticism. "What sort of truce would that be? Can there be a truce between lions and men?"

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Christine showed no affront to Morgaine's keen gaze. Instead, her own smile brightened as the woman greeted her in a way that most aboard the ship had not seen before. It held no unease, there may have been gratefulness as Christine tended to lack the luster of many pirate women and so had trouble making friends. However, she felt that she may very well have made a good friend. She listened with patient interest as Morgaine spoke of her homeland.

"Ireland? It is a lovely place, is it not?" She asked with a child like interest. Her father had described it before and she had been quite enchanted by the quaint picture he painted of it. "All that green?" Her head bobbed again in a nod. "Yes, she seems a very interesting character. I am sure her company was most enjoyable," the last word seemed a bit strained as if she was not quite pleased with it in the sentence.

"Your name is Christine, is it not?" Morgaine questioned.

"Yes, that is correct. Though many call me Chrissy if you wish it to be shortened," she chuckled and looked at Gibbs who had, in fact, given her the nickname. Christine's cheeks reddened at the mention of Jack as she was still trying to put her finger on whether they were indeed friends. Having been raised as a lady Christine did what any would do in a situation, skillfully glaze over the difficult question. She did it with practiced ease.

"Yes, I think I would like that very much," she replied in such a way that it made Morgaine's previous question seem rhetorical. She noticed that Morgaine's eyes had turned to Gibbs. The man seemed a little uneasy, but he took the reins to the conversation anyway.

"Aye, trust is an important thing for a crew. But in our line of work you have to be careful," he said with a pointed look. "It's never given freely."

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[[ I apologize if anything in this post feels like it’s been godmodded, I’m just trying to fast forward a bit like you all requested. ;) So without further ado, we are now moving the main plotline ahead, but I shall keep the James/Keyara/EITC plotline the same :yes: ]]

In the midst of the open ocean, three ships sailed towards the unknown. The <i>Pearl</i>, the <i>Duchess</i>, and the <i>Hellbourne Privateer</i> were side-by-side in churning waters, the weather having taken a turn for the worse. All of the pirates, buccaneers and swashbucklers were gathered aboard the Black Pearl as pouring rain pierced skin like shards of broken glass.

The preparations had been made, and now the time came to finally depart. The plan had been thus: Aurora-Rose, William, and Maribel were to row over and search the partially sunken ship (which Jack had knowingly lied about, saying that it was, in fact, THE <i>Flying Dutchman</i>) and find the key to the much sought-after Dead Man’s Chest.

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” Vari said, farewelling her mother with a tight hug.

A flash of lightning split the sky in two as Maribel pulled away from her daughter, a slight smile forming at the corners of her lips. “There is nothing I can promise,” she spoke, running a hand through Vari’s hair comfortingly. “But I shall do my best to see that this mission goes as planned. No se preocupe de mí, Degaldo.” Maribel pressed a kiss to Vari’s forehead before turning to descend down the stairs on the side of the ship, into the rowboat that had been prepared for them.

“They’ll be fine,” Edward breathed, wrapping his arms around Vari from behind her, rocking slightly as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

The rest of the <i>Pearl</i>’s crew began to douse the lamps aboard, causing the black vessel to blend in with the darkness. Jack’s orders had been a bit strange, but none questioned him as to the reasoning behind them.

The three in the rowboat set out to accomplish the task they had been appointed with; Will rowing the boat and the two women holding onto the sides so as not to fall into the stormy sea. Maribel looked back at the ship, only to find that it had somehow disappeared from sight. She was beginning to believe that this wrecked ship was not the <i>Dutchman</i>, but left her opinions unvoiced as they set foot on the damaged and splintered main deck.

It was certainly an odd and eerie sight; so many men dead and hanging from the riggings, some missing limbs and eyes, others cut right in half. Running afoul of a reef, as Gibbs had said, would certainly not cause this sort of harm to the crew… something about this picture was fishy, in both the literal and figurative terms. If this was the so-called “legendary” ghost ship of the Caribbean sea, it certainly did not look it. In fact, it looked more like a merchant vessel - a stolen one at that.

Sidestepping a fallen crewman, Maribel squinted in the darkness to survey the damage. Her eyes fell on a man furiously tugging and pulling on a rope that would obviously do nothing to change the situation. He was one of the only men who had survived the… well, whatever had happened. “This doesn’t feel right to me,” she whispered to Aurora-Rose, a strange feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach. If Jack had sent them on a death wish, may he be dam<b></b>ned for all eternity.

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Back on the deck of the <i>Pearl</i>, Shaelyn shifted uncomfortably. They were somewhat crammed, what with all of the people, and it was dark and to top it all off, now she actually had to <i>wait</i> for something to happen. “Ugh, Alanna, I don’t think I can take this any longer,” Shaelyn whined, patience never having been her strong suit. It had only been five minutes or so, but already it was unbearable.

But almost as soon as she’d complained, the silent ocean was disrupted. A grand ship, hellish and covered in algae seemed to split the ocean in half, surfacing from the depths. Shaelyn’s jaw dropped to her feet as she watched what was in fact, the real <i>Flying Dutchman</i>, appeared before their very eyes.

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Soren turned to Dante with a worried look, biting down on his lower lip. He had a feeling that Aurora was in deep trouble. “She’s in danger - Dante, what are we going to do?” the blond asked, feeling as though he might be sick right on the spot. In his mind, something was screaming to rescue her, but in his heart he knew it was hopeless. Whatever was going to happen would happen, and they would have to simply sit and let it go. Whether A-Rose and the others were alive or not after this would remain to be seen.

Almost as if in answer to Soren, Vari lowered her head and replied, “there isn’t anything we <i>can</i> do.” She glanced up briefly to watch the bigger ship bear down on her mother, Will, and A-Rose; a silent prayer went up in her mind. Varianna had never been very religious, but there was certainly a time for everything.

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Keyara sipped at her tea, glaring at James over the rim of the porcelain cup. <i>Can there be a truce between lions and men?</i> There it was, one of those cocky, snide remarks that fell from his lips at the most inappropriate of times. Didn’t he understand she was being nice? She set down the teacup with a slight clank and eyed him slowly. “I see you’re failing to realize that by finding this so-called heart of Davy Jones, you and I will be rewarded greatly. Our task would be made far easier if you would simply put aside your condescending attitude and agree with me on this. We are without doubt, not the only ones searching for this thing. Those scoundrels you once saw fit to release from punishment are probably out there looking for it as we speak.” She was talking about Jack Sparrow and his bilge rat accomplices, her very own sister among their ranks. “Now, I place my offer out here once more. The two of us finding the heart, <i>together</i>, or you can feel free to return back to your prison cell and rot there for the remainder of your days. So tell me, James, which one is the most unbearable of the two?” Keyara was becoming frustrated with the man, and she wanted to end this little rendezvous of theirs as quickly as possible.

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The promise of the woman he had fallen in love with was enough for Luke’s throat to go dry. He nodded simply, firmly shaking Gabriel’s hand as a means of thanks. Now he could only hope that James and Keyara’s meeting would be finished soon so that Gabriel could put in a good word for him. “I’ve no way to thank you for agreeing to this,” he rasped, the rolling thunder almost drowning out his words.

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The final decision that had been made amongst the crew members had not shocked A-Rose in the least. From the moment they had begun to talk about Davy Jones at Tia's shack she knew she had no other choice to accompany Will towards whatever endeavor that was to occur. What had thrown her for a loop was the addition of Maribel and the sight of the supposed Flying Dutchman.

Although the second that the words had fallen from Jack's lips A-Rose felt uneasy about the entire situation. From all the great legends of Davy Jones and his ship this small dingy did not live up to the stories, but this was her duty all the same and she would carry it out for they had no other choice left.

They had to find the key or else forfeit and the latter was not a term pirates dealt with very well.

And so saying her good-byes to her friends, she joined Will and Maribel into the small boat. The storm adding a very nice atmosphere to the entire situation.

Will remained silent almost the entire time, his face a stoic mask for he too knew what had to be done. He guided the ship as best as he could through the viscous waves and ended up fairly unscathed to the shipwrecked scene. The moment he stepped onto the broken ship he knew that Jack had lied. There was no key here, this was not Davy Jones' ship.

Growling deep in his throat he motioned for A-Rose to come to him but stopped midway as he saw a sailor muttering to himself while continually pulling the lines with cracked and bloody palms.

"Sailor! Sailor! There's no use. You've run aground." Will moved towards the man but froze at the pure fear in his dark eyes as he turned to look at William, his voice quivering as he spoke.

"No! Beneath us! Foul breath!"

While Will was conversing with the man A-Rose was taking in her surroundings, a shiver wracking her form. "I know," she replied to Maribel's whisper. "This isn't right at all. Something is coming and it's not the storm..." Not too long after that the little ship that was left beneath their feet began to tremble and all three bodies turned to the right to see a great ship piercing through the water, slicing up through the air in creepy elegance.

If A-Rose wasn't so frightened she may have been amazed and even enthralled at the scene.

Will is the first to action and grabs the two girls by the waist and pulls them towards him just as a body seems to fall from the sky and land just where Maribel and A-Rose had been standing. "What is that?" A-Rose cries out against the crashing of the sea and the pounding of the thunder.

"That is the Flying Dutchman" Will's voice is tense as he speaks but his hold on the woman remains strong and protective.

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Dante hated to but couldn't help but agree with Varianna, there really wasn't much they could do now. The entire crew had practically signed these three souls to death by allowing them to go to the small ship but it was too late to take it back now.

He could only hope that Aurora-Rose, Maribel, and Will would survive this otherwise he would not be able to live with himself.

"She'll be fine, they will all be fine." Dante said more to himself than anything, a bit of self-assurance was needed even as he clung to Soren, his face pressing against his lover's neck as he watched the horrifying scene unfold.

His free hand reaching out to stroke Vari's arm in what he hoped was somehow soothing.

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Gabe's mouth parted to say something but the sound of thunder and the flash of lightening drowned any words that may have come out. Head tilted back to catch the fierce raindrops that had began to fall, eyes closing as he just felt for a moment.

When the thunder settled for a moment in a low rumble he finally turned to Luke who still seemed high on his love for Keyara. It was endearing in a way, it also reminded him of the past when he had once had that same face as well. That time was long past though.

"No need for thanks, I know you'd do the same for me if our positions were switched. You're my friend Luke." He smiled before moving to a more sheltered area. He was not a sailor and his efforts were best kept inside.

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Cramming three crews onto the deck of just one ship was bound to result in claustrophobia for some, and one person who suffered from it was Guinevere. She had never much liked enclosed or crowded spaces, and at the moment the deck of the Pearl was positively heaving with pirates. Standing beside Cairbre and Sam as she looked on at the unfolding grim scene, Guin knew that now was hardly the time to mention that she felt claustrophobic. When Maribel, Will and Aurora-Rose had departed for the row-boat, she helped douse the lamps; darkness soon enveloped the ship, blending it into the night.

As she went to stand back in her original spot, she accidentally bumped into someone. The someone took her arm and steadied her on her feet, and said in Cairbre’s voice, “I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite happy about this situation.” His voice was low-pitched, but Guin heard his words clearly enough; he was standing quite closely.

“Me neither.” Involuntarily, she held on to his arm. It didn’t feel right, sending those three to some unknown fate. And yet they had all agreed. They would just have to wait, and see what happened. This was no time for losing one’s nerve. In the dark, Guin could hear the murmured comments of other pirates, asserting to themselves and to others that it would be fine. It seemed that everyone needed a lot of convincing.

Guin’s grip on her friend’s arm tightened, and momentarily she remembered a question Sam had posed to her back on the Duchess. The woman had suggested that they seemed more than friends. Of course, Guin had brushed the comment away, but with an uncharacteristic blush.

Suddenly, with a great crash, the ocean seemed to split apart, and a ship out of nightmares rose to the surface. Guin stared in astonishment; it was in that moment that everyone on board surely realised that this was in fact the real Dutchman, and the small ship the three pirates had been sent over to was utterly at it’s mercy.

“Dear God,” Cairbre muttered. What on earth had the captain done? Moreover, what on earth had they agreed to? Guin was now holding onto his arm very tightly, and he could be certain that for once, his friend was really very afraid, and no one could blame her for it at a time like this. “It’s alright,” he whispered, very quietly. The Pearl was concealed in shadow, and so for now they seemed to be quite safe from the horror that had risen from the depths of the sea. The same, however, could not be said for Will, Maribel and Aurora-Rose.

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On the darkened deck of the Pearl, Morgaine was standing near Christine and Gibbs. She had taken a liking to the red-haired young woman, and decided that she would befriend her. Morgaine had a skill for winning people round to her side, but it was not manipulative in any way; she genuinely liked making new friends. There were often two extremes to Morgaine – either you were most warmly regarded by her, or you were her deadly enemy. However, the latter only came to pass if someone had wronged her dreadfully, and as yet, she had no reason to dislike any of the pirates she had encountered aboard the ship.

Morgaine, oddly enough, had taken a keen interest in Gibbs. The man had seemed a little uneasy around her, probably because of her forthright manner and mystic “tendencies”. However, she found him interesting, and had resolved to win him round to her as she had done with his friend Christine, or “Chrissy” as he called her. It was these little whims of Morgaine’s that made her more than slightly odd.

The surfacing of the Dutchman did not seem to have the same effect upon her as it had on the other crewmembers. She looked on at the horrifying sight seeming quite unmoved; her expression was not cold, but it seemed detached and distant from the living terror. A shiver did not go down her spine, nor did her blood run cold – she simply looked, as if what she saw was mildly interesting.

“Davy Jones,” she murmured, seemingly to herself. Her gaze suddenly switched, with alarming speed, away from the Dutchman, the moment broken off. It was dark, so she could not see much, but she could see the shapes of the crewmembers; she could hear their murmuring voices. But beyond sight and hearing, she could sense their fear; it was an overwhelming feeling, even second-hand. Morgaine wondered if she should feel afraid, too; after all, she was as human as any of them, give or take a lot of strange traits and gifts. But some emotions often seemed to bypass her completely.

“Mr. Gibbs. Would you say that you were afraid?” Morgaine’s voice drifted into the dark towards the man in question, undoubtedly belonging to her. It was tinged with curiosity and an alarming casual quality, given the situation.

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On the outside, Eve appeared to be holding up quite well, standing on the deck with all of the others; she stood stock still, her hands behind her back. But anyone who knew her well would have been able to see that she was clutched by fear, for she had sunk her fingernails deep into the palms of her hands. It was a nervous habit that she had never managed to shake off since childhood; she wondered if, when she unclenched her hands, she would find that she had actually drawn blood.

When she had signed up to a life of piracy, she had not expected this. This was like something out of myths too implausible to take seriously. And yet it was all deadly real, as was quite apparent to her. Her heart went out to the poor little trio they’d sent out on their rowing boat; what was going to happen to them?

Eve turned to Robyn, who she was standing next to. Although she could not see her clearly, she had been standing there before the lamps had been doused, so she could take it for granted she still was there. “This is unbearable,” she whispered. “What if they don’t come back?”

Worrying didn’t help things at all, she knew, but she could not help it. It was the natural reaction in such a dilemma. What if MP didn’t return? Who was going to captain The Hellbourne Privateer? Their ship needed it’s captain. In such a situation, Varianna would probably take the helm.

Varianna’s name triggered a new stream of thoughts. Amidst her fear, Eve had almost forgotten recent events. Well, perhaps not events, but realisations. Eve had been forced to admit to herself that she was getting a bit of a crush on Robyn’s cousin, Edward Blackhaven. That word felt so unworthy somehow, “crush” – it didn’t even begin to describe all of her mixed emotions and feelings. And yet no words could express exactly how she felt. She had not told Robyn; it would sound so foolish. Somehow, she felt as if she had known Edward all her life. But it was no use getting beyond herself – he was with Varianna, and she couldn’t change anything, no matter how much she wanted to.

She unclenched her fists and tried to stop herself from fidgeting. The atmosphere on the deck of the Pearl was almost too much to bear; rife with fear, worry and uncertainty as to the future.

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[[I'm using this post to introduce a new character; Aleksandra Gavrillo-Jenko. Her bio should be up in the next few days (she's played by Katy Perry).]]

Alanna watched with uneasy eyes as the three rowed over to the partially sunken ship. She knew very well that the real Dutchman would be lying in wait somewhere close. They couldn't afford for this to go wrong, she couldn't afford it. She spared a glance over her shoulder to where the Duchess stood tall in the waves, pitching slightly from the rough waters. She only hoped that Jack knew what he was doing. A quick sideways glance to where the man in question was standing told her that deep down he was as nervous as she was. The stakes were the same for him, yet he seemed happier to take the risks. On her other side she could feel Shaelyn fidgeting before she spoke out.
"Then how do ye think I feel?" Alanna asked her lover with an eyebrow raised. "I'd hoped I wouldn't have to see that beast for at least another five years and now here we are." There was an almighty splash and she jumped slightly, snapping her head around to see the real Flying Dutchman break through the water's surface. Her mouth became very dry and she swallowed. "Here we go then." She muttered, trying her best to calm her nerves. Jack moved slightly to stand beside her and the two damned watched to see what hand fate would deal them.

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Andrea sat at Tia's table deep in thought, one hand absent-mindedly scratching Jack's head and the other pushing a fork full of chicken around her plate. She knew she should be eating but her appetite had disappeared. She felt tired, not just physically but mentally. As usual her thoughts were far away in a land of green and rolling hills. In her mind she was a girl of fourteen again, running through the orchid with her cousin Liam at her heels. You can run as far as you like 'Drea, but I'll always find you. He called after her playfully. Not if I keep running and don't stop. She answered, laughter ringing in her voice. I've always been the faster runner, you know that. How true those words were, Andrea thought with sadness. But at that age she wasn't to know just how far she would run, not from Liam but from herself, her haunting past. For that was what she had strived for was it not? To escape herself and leave all the memories behind her? Memories of her childhood, of her father? It didn't work like that however, she had soon realised. She could run as far as she liked but her past would always follow her. She sighed and tried to drag herself back to reality, to Tia Dalma's shack and the room that was filled with strange phantasmagoria. And snakes. God how much Andrea hated snakes. It was no wonder she had lost her appetite, she reasoned, with those scaly beasts hanging from the rafters. She looked over to where Hector was sitting, falling asleep in the corner. He still wasn't right, but had insisted on getting down the stairs and not being treated like an invalid. He had always been stubborn like that. She felt Jack nuzzle her hand and realised she had stopped stroking him. "Sorry darling." She muttered and continued to lightly scratch his neck. He would not settle however and she soon found out why. There was a knock on the door and Jack starting screeching, leaping up and down from where he was sat on the table and pointing towards the door. Quickly pushing back her chair Andrea spun around, her hand unsheathing her sword from her hip with lightening quick hands. A dark figure stalked forward past the door frame and the light flickered over his face which was framed with dark, straggling hair. She couldn't help but gasp. "You!" She exclaimed, her face creasing into one of disgust and anger as Benedikt Abrax stepped forward, flanked by Karelle Beauvais.

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Hunter observed the large manor with disgust from where he sat atop his horse. Officers from the East India Trading Company swarmed around him, organising themselves into formation. He let his eyes drag across their faces before turning to his side where Aleksandra sat atop her own steed looking bored. "What's with you?" He snapped cruelly, his gaze meeting her cold blue eyes. "Do my affairs bore you?"
"Not your affairs." She answered, her voice crisp. "But this pointless ceremony." She gestured to where the soldiers were being briefed and inspected. "It wastes time, by now I could have collected him myself and brought him to you."
"I've told you already," Hunter growled interrupting her, his eyes growing dark and impatience flared across his face. "We do this by the book. They are a powerful family, if we make one wrong move then they'll have the law by their side and the room for leverage. I cannot afford that, now do you understand me?" Aleks nodded her head whilst grinding her teeth. Hunter turned away to look back at the house and sub-consciously reached inside his jacket to make sure he still possessed the letter that had made this entire operation possible. It was just where it should be and Hunter felt calmer to have it. Things were going to plan. He could feel eyes burning into the side of his head and turned to see Aleks staring at him, a strange look on her face. "What is it now?" He asked, impatience evident in his voice.
"Nothing." Aleks answered simply. "You just seem tense."
"Really?" Hunter counteracted with a roll of his eyes, his voice ripe with sarcasm. "I wonder why." He was about to continue when one of his men interrupted him.
"Sir? We're ready for your order of advancement." He said with slight self consciousness.
"Well then," Hunter looked down at the man with a cruel smile. "Advance." He dug his heels into his horse's side and trotted forward, repeating the order. "Advance!" He cried and watched with a tinge of pleasure as the men started to jog forward, bayonets in hand and resting on their shoulders. The sound of another set of hooves alerted him to Aleks' presence and he turned to smile at her, his mouth twisting cruelly. "This is it." He said darkly. "This will be her downfall. My spoiled sister, brought to ruin." Aleksandra smiled back at him with a cruelness to match his own.
"It feels good doesn't it?" She said and then turned her head to where the soldiers had reached the front doors of the manor.
"Break them down!" Hunter called out and watched as the doors splintered under force. Bring his horse to the front steps he leapt down and marched through the broken doors, screams and shouts filling his ears as his men poured into the house, breaking down more doors that lead off the main entrance hall and rushing up the grand staircase. He heard a feminine scream from upstairs followed by male shouts.
"What in god's name do you think you're doing? You have no right!"
"No! Father! Let go of him!"
"Noirin, Eoghan! Let go of them, what right do you have!"
Hunter watched as three people were dragged down the stairs, all of them struggling. The eldest stopped when his eyes found Hunter's face.
"Hunter?" He exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this, what do you think you're doing?"
Hunter simply smiled another cruel smile and drew the letter from his waistcoat, his precious arrest warrant. "Caleb Costello-Nightingale. You are under arrest by the authority of Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company."
The eldest man, Caleb, was brought forward and forced to his knees in front of Hunter.
"Under what charges?" Caleb managed to half hiss, half choke.
"The charge," Hunter continued, his voice laced with pleasure. "is Piracy. For which the punishment regrettably is death." He reveled in the fear and shock that filled the three faces. "You are hereby sentenced to hang by the neck until dead." He turned to the soldiers that held him. "Take him away."

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(OMG! I totally forgot that Jones had a cane until I did some image googling. Now, it may not seem like a big deal. But I have a special fondness for them. Goldy and Will can pay testament to that - it somehow makes me a lot happier. This is also a lot longer than I meant it to be. Got carried away)

A mournful tune was exploding from the captain's cabin. While most tunes of this sort were played quietly and mellowed this tune sang out and filled what must be the entire ocean. It was a peculiar tune with so many notes thrown together that the orchestrator would have to have more than two hands. Davy Jones, luckily, had at least ten at his disposal so that the entirety of the undersea life could hear his ever growing pain, anger and frustration that was written in musical notes.

He sat, a large impressive figure, bent over his instrument playing it with skill that came from years of practice. A claw like hand played a low note while his right, modeled after octopus tentacles played several. He did not simply press keys, he mashed them to release the full effect of his feelings.

A sour note sounded when his door swung open with a clatter against the side.

"This had bettah be worth yer lack of knocking, Maccus" the once man growled, not bothering to turn about, his blue eyes fixed on a trinket at the edge of his organ.

The creature in the doorway nodded his oddly hammer shaped head. The left eye - which had migrated to the end of this deformation leaving the normal socket devoid of anything - blinked and his right mimicked the action strangely off with its twin.

"Yes, Captain," the first mate quickly responded. "The Kraken has tan down the ship as you requested. Should we board?"

Put The small and high pitched sound issued from the captain as a testament to his thought. "How long 'as she been down? Can't be picking up to many crewmen," he said with a nasal "Ahah!" of laughter.

Maccus chuckled nervously. He too was fond of the destruction and chaos that the crew of the Flying Dutchman caused, but such close quarters to the captain still made him nervous.

"Several hours."

"Righ'" The organ bench scraped across the floor and Jones grabbed his cane which tentacled fingers wound about in a snake like manner. "Let's go pay a visit." Alternating sounds of a regular boot and a peg like leg sounded across the deck and anyone that was deciding they were going to rest quickly found something to do.

"Alrigh' lads! Bring her up." A thick Scottish brogue sounded through the ranks and was repeated. In a matter of moments the ship surfaced. Many of the half-men held to the side, but Jones was so used to the feeling that he stood stoically on deck.

The picture presented to him - a broken ship riddled with bodies and pieces of flesh brought a grim sense of satisfaction to Jones. "Board her!" He yelled and the crewmen rushed about deck like ants following the orders of the queen. They hurtled over the side railing and onto the deck, slaughtering anyone they felt like and leaving the few who looked most desperate.

Jones forced himself aboard in a strange manner that could only be called disappearing. When he reappeared on the deck of the scuttled ship he laid eyes on a man - a chaplain.

"Do you fear death?" He asked with a great amount of amusement. The chaplain shouted at the rest of the crew not to listen to the devil of a man in front of him.

"Kill him," the captain sneered while Maccus quickly obliged with a powerful swing of his boarding axe to the chaplain's face. Maccus grinned as brainmatter spewed upward from the split skull and didn't even bother to wipe it away from his body. It'd wash off when they took the Ducthman down.

"Captain!" Penrod, a strange lobster man yelled. "We got breathers!" He gestured at the newly found MP, A-Rose and Will Turner.

"Subdue them then," Jones responded disgustedly. But the order was followed quickly as was with every order he gave. The three we subdued, unable to move and dealt swift blows to the face that would render them confused enough not to struggle.

Jones strode over with a signature limp added to it. He noted immediately that they were not survivors of the crash. They were too clean and sturdy and hopeful.

"What are you here for?" He growled, getting very close to Will's face before staring down the other two with equal hatred and impatience.

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Gibbs looked to Morgaine who looked unphased by the ship exiting from the very depths of the ocean. The woman was strange, otherworldy he found to be a good description, but she was not unkind. Even more than that was that she had been good to Christine who was even on shaky terms with him since their spat before they reached Tia Dalma's. The fact that the two women bonded so quickly pleased him and therefore forced him to look at the woman without the certain mistrust of before.

He looked at Christine who - true to form - had paled while her bright eyes looked sad and scared. Gibbs felt uneasy about the entire ordeal, but he trusted Jack more than anyone else on this ship. He was forced to accept the man's decision, hoping that it would turn out for the best.

“Mr. Gibbs. Would you say that you were afraid?” The girl questioned. Gibbs, although maybe not the paramount of goodness, was an honest man.

"Yes," he said with a nod. "It would be safe tah say I am."

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Christine felt an arm wrap about her as she stared nervously over the railing of the deck. Gibbs, ever the protective over brother type of man, had done so in hopes of calming her down. She knew he thought her scared, and she was on some level, but it was more than that now.

At first Christine was terrified for those on the boats, then she felt an overwhelming sense of anger. The same type of anger that had welled in her when she was stuck in the jails in New Orleans. This same anger she was unable to express on her own behalf she felt it boiling over filling her veins with a molten feeling that gave her a rush. Before she knew what she was doing she felt herself break away from Gibbs and Morgaine and push through the crowded deck.

She saw Alanna towering over and next to her was Jack. Jack. He had betrayed them. Their friends. They trusted him, just as she had and it would end poorly. And it was all his fault. He had just tried...well, she thought he had tried to have her forgive him. And she almost had. She couldn't control herself now.

Once again she waded through the combined crews and this time she found her mark. Jack was a good head taller than her she gave him a punch to the stomach so that he doubled over, and she grabbed his lapel to bring him closer to her face. There was a force of will in her features that said she would not listen to any words of his. No amount of 'luvs and dears' would make her happy. It was the same face as someone who had found their faith in someone and had it shatter before them.

"You are a monster, Jack Sparrow," she whispered her voice filled with so much malice that it cracked. "Do you know what you did? Do you know what you DAMMED THEM TO?!" The last words were accented with a louder whisper, she didn't dare raise her voice for fear that the Duchman would find them. "You have said it yourself, the deepest pits of hell are saved for betrayers and mutineers. I believe you have found your spot among them. These are not lives to be gambled with!" She felt worn out now that her anger began to dwindle.

"You have mastered the art of using people for your own gain," it was scoffing and vicious. The redhead was crying now and spitefully dashed the tears away. "Congratulations!" She spat. "You are a wonderful pirate."

She slapped him across the face now and with a final wavering breath she stalked off. There was nothing more she wanted than to get off the ship, and as she looked to the rolling wave from the siderail she contemplated her chances of survival if she threw herself in. Not good, she thought deflated. They would go to Tortuga soon, she could leave then. Her gaze drifted around to where Gibbs stood with Morgaine and she was sure that they would be fine without her, but she still couldn't say if she would go through with it considering she couldn't trust Jack not to betray them either.

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(whoa, I feel very rusty so please pardon any... rustyness. lol btw, the first part with Cutler and Henry takes place the morning of the whole Flying Dutchman scene that is going on now. So I guess just, like, mentally get in your time machines and travel back in time a few hours. :P)

It was early morning in Port Royal. The sun was out and the day appeared to be beautiful, however, some dark cumulonimbus clouds were just beginning to gather in the sky. For however beautiful the day was, the night was bound to be equally ugly. Right now, however, the weather little mattered to Henry Summers. The blonde, 28-year-old man walked down the cobblestone street of Port Royal as if he was on a mission. Upon seeing him, many of the townsfolk stopped and stared suspiciously. It was safe to say that the people of this nice little town weren’t entirely comfortable with nor welcoming to the East India Company’s complete take over and Lord Cutler Beckett and his men’s occupation of their town. They were suspicious over what had happened to their governor and his daughter seeing as hardly anything had been heard from either after Miss Swann’s arrest. They were also suspicious over why the East India Company had even decided to occupy their town in the first place. They were suspicious, in short, about almost everything about these new people. Their gut feelings seemed to tell them something was wrong here. But they were naturally ignorant and coarse so what was one to expect? That’s the way it was with poor, common peasants. Or, at least, that’s how Henry viewed them. He looked down on them as he passed by a few more. A mother pulled her children, who were naturally more curious than scared, a little closer as he walked by. As if he was really going to seize them out of her arms and slaughter them right here in front of all these witnesses. He wasn’t stupid. He walked on as their eyes followed. They watched him for a little while after he passed before resuming whatever pitiful things they did.

As he neared where Lord Beckett was currently residing his eye caught a paper stuck onto the side of a building. For whatever reason, it particularly caught his attention so he went over to look it over. It was a wanted sign… nothing particularly unusual. He was about to walk away when his eyes happened to stray onto one name in particular. His interest was immediately captured. His blue eyes stopped and rested on that name for a minute. Pulling the paper down he held it closer to his eyes as if that would make the name change in any way. There it remained though. Clear as day.

Eve Summers

It wasn’t the first name that mattered… it was the last. He studied it. Finally, he jerked himself around and realized he better not keep Lord Beckett waiting. He folded up the paper and tucked it away into his coat pocket and resumed his walk. His mind, however, was not on the task at hand anymore. He tried to convince himself of the coincidence, of his foolishness in getting so intrigued by it… but he couldn’t.

“Fate,” he snorted. He didn’t believe in fate to say the least. So… why did this feel like fate? And why was he falling for it? Why was he already intrigued with this faceless girl? He didn’t get intrigued with anyone… especially pirate women. It was a coincidence - that was all. He shoved his hands into his coat pocket and pulled out the paper again. Crumpling it up he forcefully threw it onto the ground and refused to let himself think of it anymore.

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“Lord Beckett,” a male servant came into his office, bowed, and continued, “Mr. Summers is here.”

“Send him in,” Cutler replied with a wave of his hand. He had been talking of strictly confidential affairs with Mr. Mercer. These were put aside for now and Cutler resumed a more business-like manner to face one of his men. Leaning back in his chair, he eyed Summers.

Henry, gloved hands clasp behind his back, bowed slightly, “My Lord, you sent for me?” He looked up, glanced at Beckett and Mercer.

“Yes,” it sounded important and resolved, “as you know Miss Swann… escaped. We believe she’s going to Tortuga to try to find Mr. Turner and Sparrow,” he said the latter name with obvious distaste. “keep an eye on her but don’t detain her.” he emphasized that last part. He didn’t want Miss Swann back in Port Royal. Then it would be harder to make her father cooperate. Not too much harder but still… harder. He looked down onto his desk and his eyes roved over a few papers here and there.

Inside Henry felt confused. It felt like a near pointless assignment. He wasn’t to do anything except “keep and eye on her”. He wasn’t a babysitter.

“With such pirate infested waters as are around Tortuga how will I keep a ship disguised?” It sounded stupid the second it was out of his mouth but when Beckett seemed to be making no move at further conversation what was he suppose to say?

“Improvise,” Cutler said indifferently.

That couldn’t be it. Go in, babysit, go out, come back?

“What about Miss Pierce and Norrington?”

Cutler stopped what he was doing and looked up at Henry as if this was the question he had really been waiting for. “Make sure they retrieve what they are supposed to,” he replied.

The interview appeared to be done after that. Henry was still processing the information as he prepared to leave… but at least there was more to do than baby sit a governor’s spoiled daughter. He had a sneaking suspicion that keeping Pierce and Norrington on the right track was the real mission.

“Mr. Costello-Nightingale will be accompanying you,” Cutler said as Henry was about to leave. He turned back around and frowned but nodded. “And when you arrive in Tortuga send a messenger back informing me of how the dear Miss Swann is doing.”

Henry bowed for the last time and walked off.


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Water seeped down through the boards of the upper deck and onto them in the lower deck. Carmon had mostly gotten over her seasickness. However, now she was feeling particularly homesick. It was dark, wet, and filthy here. Her damp hair, pulled back and plaited into a braid trailing down her back, felt like a wet rope. Her gown was dirty and heavy with all the water it had soaked up. Her shoes were filled with water. In short, she was as miserable as miserable got.

“What are we doing here?” She cried to her older brother, Cole.

Cole, equally soaked even with the shelter of being below deck, shrugged. Not that she could see it very since it was completely dark except for a dim lantern swaying at one end of the room.

“We shouldn’t be here,” she continued. “we should be home. We aren’t pirates. We don’t belong here. We don’t fit in with them. They’re… they’re…” she lowered her voice which made it almost impossible to hear over the thunder and rain, “they’re scoundrels.” she wrung out her braid.

Cole again didn’t have much to say. He wasn’t feeling quite as down about this adventure as Carmon was… but then again the rain didn’t help anyone’s spirits too much.

“We should be at home in front of a warm fire,” Carmon continued.

“I thought you liked adventures,” Cole glanced over at her.

“I did. But I do not any longer. They’re okay when you hear about other people having them while you sit by your own cozy fire but when you’re the one having them it’s not so fun.”

Cole chuckled.

“It’s not funny,” Carmon said defensively.

Lightening flashed through the cracks in the boards. Following it was a roll of thunder and more rain. However, now a new sound was added. A mysterious, haunting sound.

“Do you hear that?” Cole suddenly stood up.

“It’s thunder,” Carmon sulked.

“No, it’s not,” Cole splashed across the thin layer of water on the floor and to the ladder leading to the top deck.

“Where are you going?” Carmon cried, hurriedly getting up and following him. She didn’t want to be out in the full brunt of the storm but she also didn’t want to be left alone down in that dark place with the… the rats.

Cole hastened up the ladder and joined the rest of the crew where they stood. It took his eyes a few minutes to pick out what they were staring at. In another flash of lightening he saw it. Whatever it exactly was. Carmon, who was now right behind him, let out a slight shriek before gulping it down. Neither of them were up-to-date on pirate lore, however, Cole at least recognized this ship. But that was just a myth, right?

“W-what is that ghastly thing?” Carmon whispered, wondering (and hoping) the pouring rain was just playing with her eyes.


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Joe Kerringston, having failed to find any proper shelter from the downpour, pulled his hat down tighter over his brown hair and ears and stared on as the three left for the broken down old ship. Things didn’t feel right about this… not only the weather bore ill but the whole atmosphere surrounding the broken down vessel did. He glanced around the solemn deck. Why should he care anyway, he reminded himself, after discovering Varianna had found her long-lost mother and refound her lover didn’t he have a right to be negative and spiteful? Now he had lost the one thing he had been going after. And he didn’t appreciate losing. It was unlike him to sulk about a woman but… he couldn’t help it. He didn't even know why he couldn't help it. Jealousy over her good fortune mixed with his spite and a strange feeling of being discarded mixed with that.

In fact, in his sour mood he felt almost ecstatic when the Flying Dutchman interrupted their little reconnaissance. Of course, if HE had been the one on that dilapidated ship he would have felt much differently but, as it stood, he wouldn’t have been stupid enough to go over there in the first place.

He stepped up closer to Edward and Vari in order that they may hear him. “Well, this be a very interesting state of affairs,” he commented looking hardly anything but suspiciously pleased with the situation. He made sure to catch Vari's eye. Inside he felt some awe and some horror at seeing the ghostly ship right in front of his own two eyes - it was only human - but he was good at hiding his true feelings.

(well that pretty much took all my brain... sadly, Lucette has been left out seeing as I can't figure where to place her at this time. :()

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(Lothy had given me permission to use Andrea for this bit of post as it makes my life so much easier! ^.^ and here is myself finally introducing my OCs!! )




A smirk flickered across Abrax’s lips as he stepped inside the witch’s hut, into the dim glowing light.
“Now, Andrea, last time you saw me you were far more welcoming.” He purred as he scuffed a serpent that slithered across his path with the toe of his boot. “Let’s not get touchy.”
Abrax watched as Andrea’s expression began to flitter through displays of shock. “Surprised to see me?” he asked cheerfully while his dark eyes betrayed his repugnance.
“More disgusted than surprised.” Andrea snubbed, her nose wrinkled. Yet as she spoke, her eyes rolled to the corner of the room. Following her gaze and turning on his heel, Abrax felt the whiplash of his past crash against his chest. There he was. The man that damned him, that stole his life from him. Hector Barbossa. And so vulnerable.
It surprised Abrax that Hector hadn’t woken in the ruckus. But as he moved toward the Captain’s slumped form, Andrea leaped forward.
"Careful Abrax! You put one more foot forward and you’ll regret it” She growled, her eyes along with the tip of her sword directed below his belt. At that moment Hector’s eyes snapped open.

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For a moment, it was all surreal but the moment reality hit, it was with the weight of a cannon. Hector could feel himself lose control of his expression as his waged between hate and guilt.
“Abrax, ye dog!” Hector snarled, levering himself out of the chair he had slept in.
Abrax’s lips pursed with a crooked smile and his eyes flashed black under oppressive brows.
“Hector.” Abrax grinned menacingly, bearing his teeth, like a sadistic jackal ready to ambush.
“What do ye want?” Hector replied, voice neither threatening nor calming. The tension that gripped his lungs was immense. For years, he had lived without a single reminder of that day. For years, he had believed it was all well and done. And now, the devil beckoned, hounding for his soul. Hector glimpsed over and immediately, Andrea was by his side, sword held steadfast in her grasp. From behind Abrax, a dark woman stepped forward, stance to the side, eyes fixated on Andrea, both willing to dance for their Captain’s.
“I want what you have.” Abrax resorted, his snarling tone more composed. “And you want what I have.”
“I have no patience for yer riddles, ye flee-ridden pup!” Hector snapped, taking a daring step forward, hand resting on his pistol. He watched as Abrax’s hand also slid beneath the heavy mass of his overcoat.
“I’ve come to make a deal with you.” Abrax finally replied, his foreboding smile still apparent, his voice, like silver. A devil indeed; one who had obviously bartered away his soul.

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[[I am going to post once more as a means of keeping this going, but I don’t want to get too far since Will is still going to be gone another week… though I don’t think she’ll get too lost with what’s going on. :no: And Maeth, I think you could have Davy Jones come over to the Black Pearl after this, just to sort of move the scene along a bit. ;) ]]

Maribel fought to regain her sight, but the pouring rain and blows to her face by the <i>Dutchman</i> crew was making it difficult. Her sopping hair clung in wet ringlets to the side of her face and the deck below her knees was hard and splintery. The entire situation was beyond uncomfortable, only made worse as the Captain came aboard the wrecked vessel. Peering up from beneath the brim of her hat, she felt her blood run cold, the very warmth of her body being stolen away. Having died once already, there wasn’t very much that scared Maribel. But the man - the <i>monster</i> - standing before them was Davy Jones; the very sea himself. And he was much more fearsome in person.

The question having been directed at Will, Maribel kept her mouth shut and tried to avoid making eye contact with Jones. She stared straight ahead, into the distance, watching the dark horizon and churning waters.

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“Kerringston, shut your trap.” Edward shot a look at Joe, one full of resent and bitterness. The man always had to make the wrong sort of comment when things were already looking bleak. His sarcasm was annoying, not only to Edward, but various others aboard. <i>What does Vari see in him?</i> He found himself wondering, looking from Joe back to Vari, whose face was a mask of stone, remaining emotionless aside from the tinge of anger pulling at her lips.

It was difficult to describe the swell of emotions taking place inside the pirate woman; a mix of anger, frustration, sadness, horror, and worst of all: uncertainty. The fate of the three remained unknown, yet it didn’t seem good by the looks of things. She suddenly collapsed to her knees and was sick all over the deck of the <i>Pearl</i>. Retching, she emptied her stomach but couldn’t prevent the dry heaves that never seemed to end.

Almost immediately, Edward had bent down next to Vari, holding her hair as she vomited, and rubbed her back soothingly. He motioned for one of the crewmembers to bring a washcloth and for another to bring a bucket and mop. “Are you all right now?”

A shake of the head, and more throwing up. “Ugh… God help us…” she gasped, trying to gain her breath. She stayed on all fours, even as Edward cleaned her up with the wet rag. This position was better anyway - she couldn’t see what was happening above the railing; couldn’t see what was happening to her mother and friends. Feeling completely and utterly defeated, Vari turned and buried her head in the crook of Edward’s neck as the two sat on the rain-drenched deck with their friends and family crowded around them. She closed her reddened eyes as Edward wrapped both of his arms around her shaking form.

“It’s okay,” he breathed comfortingly, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head and rocking her in his arms like a small child.

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Soren could do nothing but remain in Dante’s grasp as the ghostly ship appeared; never in his life had he seen something the likes of this. It was both awe-inspiring and horrifying at the same time, his face mirroring that of essentially all the pirates aboard the <i>Pearl</i>. He was taken from his thoughts as Vari fell down, sickened by the sight. Almost immediately he darted forward to help, but she was already under the close care of Ed. “Is she all right?”

The dark-haired man nodded slowly, combing his hands through tangled hair. “She’ll be fine… soon enough.” If his fellow crewmates were this concerned and worried over watching the <i>Dutchman</i> from a distance, then Edward could only imagine how Maribel, William, and Aurora-Rose were feeling. No doubt they were already trying to bargain for their lives with Jones, the cruel and vicious monster made of legends. It was clear that they didn’t know exactly what they were going up against when the three had volunteered to row over and investigate the shipwrecked site.

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Robyn drew in a shuddering breath as Eve’s words set in. <i>This is unbearable. What if they don’t come back?</i> “Don’t think like that!” she nearly shouted, feeling tears brimming her vision. She didn’t even know these poor souls, but just thinking that they may very well meet their end was causing Robyn to think of her deceased brother and the final moments she had spent with him. It was just as scary… just as sad. “They’re going to be fine… they are strong. Stronger than I am, for certain.” She attempted to smile but found it difficult when the atmosphere was solemn and grim. Already at this ripe age, Robyn had experienced many hardships but somehow managed to pull through them. But she was not without scars, albeit less than most of the pirates on board.

“This feels wrong to me,” the blonde muttered, casting her eyes to the ground. “Perhaps we should have stayed in Port Royal like we were supposed to… would have saved us all this trouble.”

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Shiloh could barely move as dark eyes watched transfixed as the grand ship cut through the waves and figures boarded on the shipwrecked scene that Maribel, Will, and Aurora-Rose had been condemned to.

Lips parted to say something but no words came out. It wasn't until he heard a gasp beside him from Carmon who had been talking to Cole that he finally spoke.

"It's the legend brought to life." Never had he ever thought that he would ever see the mythical creature that was Davy Jones. Although Shiloh couldn't really see him he knew enough to envision what the three were witnessing at the moment and it was not a pleasant feeling.

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Aurora-Rose felt a most unpleasant throbbing in her head. It took the woman a few moments to realize what had just happened and what was currently going on. They had been tricked by Jack to come aboard this ship and were now at the mercy of Davy Jones and his fishy crew.

Brown eyes adjusted slowly to scene in front of her and once more shivers swept over her slender body.

She felt weak and hated it, her only defense at the moment was to shift on her knees so that she was closer to Will, one arm reaching out to rest on Maribel's side. Just knowing that both were still alive and near her was enough to keep her sane and allowed her fear to lessen slightly.

Fear swiftly turned into anger but she did not allow the emotions to show, no need to give Davy Jones anything to use against her or feel challenged. It wasn't him that her anger was directed at but those that remained on the ship, those that had condemned her and the others to this fate.

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Will had been quick to come back to consciousness after being dealt a blow to his face. This wasn't the first time he had been struck across the head. He had to keep himself from smirking at the memories before turning to face Davy Jones who had just gotten a bit too close for comfort.

His features remained stoic, letting his eyes wander over those strange tentacles on Jones face. When asked why he was here, Will let the words he had prepared slip off his lips with ease.

"Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt." Even as he spoke one arm slipped around A-Rose's waist just to add that additional bit of comfort and to silently tell her and Maribel that he knew what he was doing with these words.

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It seemed like the three condemned pirates weren't the only ones feeling the pain and fear of the great Davy Jone's. Amber eyes scanned those to his right and to his left and could see a range of emotions that he had not seen in a long time. Especially the fear in the eyes of so many frightened him, pirates weren't known to outwardly show their fear or pain and yet here they all were in different states of shock. A few seemingly emotionless as they viewed the scene in front of him.

Dante felt lucky that he was beside the man that he found such comfort in, otherwise he knew he would be in a similar state as Varianna, pouring his guts out onto the deck of the ship.

Sighing he shook his head and pulled away from Soren. "I can't watch this. I am going down to get some sustenance, it may help." It would also be a way to distract him from what was going on, the worry for his unbiological sister Aurora-Rose was eating him up and he needed to do something before he lost it. Plus maybe with some food in their stomachs the rest of the pirates may be slightly distracted as well.

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Morgaine kept a close eye on Gibbs as he replied to her curious enquiry, her expression vibrant with an indescribable kind of inquisitiveness. Her eyes were gleaming as they surveyed the pirate man at her side; in the back of her mind, she wondered why he fascinated her so much. Perhaps it was because he was a kind of enigma to her. She seemed pleased with his honest answer, for an odd smile lit up her features as he conceded his fear. She liked it that he had spoken the truth; any false show of bravado would have been most disconcerting.

Morgaine did not utter so much as a word in reply, and although her gaze slowly drifted away from Gibbs, her smile did not vanish. She was happy with the progress she seemed to be making with him. He appeared to trust her now, especially since she had befriended Christine. The two women got along well; it was a happy coincidence that anyone who was a friend of Christine was sure to become a friend of Gibbs'.

Morgaine’s attention was soon drawn towards Christine and Captain Sparrow, as the red-haired woman broke away and approached Jack, governed by immense fury, attacking him with both fists and words. Morgaine’s smile gradually drained away from her features, to be replaced by solemn consideration. It was true, the captain had betrayed his friends. Morgaine had not really expected a shining example of honour and loyalty from Sparrow, and had not held any expectations of him. He was only a pirate, after all, and the bonds of loyalty between pirates were often easily broken.

As Christine walked away, Morgaine caught the other woman’s gaze, and all in a moment she was hit by a sudden rush of intuition – a cold breeze of air that only she felt, an icy fog of mist that clouded her mind, allowing her to attend to nothing else. It often came so unexpectedly, at times when it was most unlooked for. Morgaine flinched slightly, and clamped one hand about her own slim throat, her bracelets gently clinking together. Her voice felt stuck, and for a moment she was unable to clear her throat to get the words out.

Christine was considering leaving the ship, feeling so betrayed by the fickle Jack. As the fog slowly cleared, Morgaine turned her head towards Gibbs, her hand dropping from her neck. She did not mind one way or the other if he had noticed her “odd turn” – she wouldn’t mind letting anyone believe that she had simply suffered a short bout of insanity, if that was the explanation they most took to and accepted. But she felt that this was important.

So she reached out and linked her arm through his, drawing him towards her so that she could whisper without the chance of Christine overhearing, her jewelry jangling. “You had best keep an eye on your friend,” she warned him. “Betrayal is a difficult medicine to suffer patiently. Wounded pride can all too often lead to rash decisions.”

Just as quickly as she had drawn him towards her, she drew her arm away, folding her arms loosely about herself. And yet her gaze was still settled on Gibbs. The smile may have been gone, but the interest was still there, accompanied by solemnity instead of cheeriness. Morgaine wanted to know exactly what manner of man Gibbs was; perhaps his reaction to Christine’s outburst would tell her a little more.

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Eve was startled as Robyn rose her voice to an almost shout, her eyes brimming with tears. Eve instantly felt awful for voicing her innermost concerns; it had obviously had a bad effect on her friend, and so she timidly reached out to pat her shoulder, attempting a smile just like Robyn, the expression somewhat strained. She took in a deep intake of breath, trying to keep calm for both their sakes.

Hearing Robyn’s next words, Eve slowly shook her head, finding herself unable to keep back from speaking the truth. “It was the right thing to do, leaving Port Royal,” she said, very quietly. “I agree with you, this feels wrong, but staying there would have been our deaths, Robyn. We were starting to attract suspicion.” She paused. “I was afraid that the gallows waited for us.”

However frightening this situation definitely was, Eve’s first and foremost fear was of the hangman’s noose. She was terrified of the sensation of rope about her throat, choking the life out of her – a criminal’s death. Even though turning to a life of piracy was to break the law, Eve didn’t feel at all like a criminal. The pirates she had met so far simply wanted to be free, and nothing more. Freedom was exactly what Eve wanted; a life in which she was permitted to be who she chose to be.

Eve’s head twitched sideways as she heard the sound of someone vomiting from a little way off. Her attention was caught by the sight of Varianna, doubled up on the deck, retching uncontrollably. She watched as Edward took care of her, holding back her hair, and then wrapping his arms about her. Eve forced herself to look away quickly, telling herself that it was none of her business, that she shouldn’t feel as attached to Edward as she did. Instead, she glanced briefly at Joe Kerringston, who had stepped towards the couple with some smart remark. Eve found herself feeling all the more bitter that Varianna had had this man competing for her, and yet she’d chosen Edward – Eve knew it was unfair and irrational of her mind to work this way despite herself, but it felt as if Vari had deliberately made the decision to crush any chance of Edward returning Eve’s fragile feelings.

Shaking her head, she quickly glanced away, feeling a surge of self-hatred. She didn’t want to think that way. She focused her attention on Robyn instead, trying to fill her mind with useful, comforting thoughts so that she could support her friend as best she could.

“It’ll be alright,” she heard herself saying, softly. “It’s got to be. It’s got to be alright.”

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Guinevere forced herself to look away from the Dutchman, slipping her hand off Cairbre’s arm, trying to let common sense take over her instead of the pure, blind fear that had hold over her now. Her back turned away from the sea, she closed her eyes, the quiet voices of the other pirates around her washing over her, the words no longer making sense, running into each other. Guin never usually let herself feel afraid, and so the times in which fear took control were always unwelcome.

“Guin?”
Guin didn’t have to turn her head to recognise the voice behind her, or look round to see that it was Cairbre who now gently held her shoulders to steady her. A younger, less cynical woman than Guin would have deciphered the shiver that went down her spine correctly, and would have arrived at the conclusion that it was due to emotion connected to Cairbre, but as it was, Guin attributed the shiver to how cold it was up on deck.

She turned round to face her friend, her expression smoothed out. However, her mask of apparent well-being didn’t fool Cairbre; he knew her well enough, after ten years, to be able to know when she was putting on a brave face. And so he met her gaze steadily, waiting and saying nothing. The silence stretched out. Eventually, something in her expression seemed to thaw and she gave him a rueful smile.

“We’re all afraid,” Cairbre said gently. “There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of, Guin.”

“I know.” She nodded slowly. She drew in her breath and glanced down at Cairbre’s hands carefully cradling her shoulders. She always felt so safe around him, as if he would protect her, although she knew perfectly well, as did he, that she was capable of looking after herself. But that didn’t even really matter; what mattered was knowing that he was here for her.

Looking up, she saw that he was smiling. Despite the terror of the situation on board the Pearl, the smile was infectious. Their crewmates’ voices had ceased to be a continual hum in the background as Guin started to feel slightly better; they started to thin out and separate so that she could hear who the voices belonged to, and what they were saying.

She overheard Dante mentioning going below deck to eat something, and it struck her that this was perhaps a good idea. All of the pirates needed distracting from the Dutchman, distracting from wondering what ordeal Will, Maribel and Aurora-Rose were enduring at this very moment. She heard Robyn and Eve murmuring to each other, both young women sounding very anxious, and Carmon and Cole reacting to the sight of the ghostly ship that sat sinisterly in the ocean.

Cairbre was right; they were all afraid, very much so. But it was comforting to have Cairbre by her side, even if she couldn’t admit to herself exactly why this was. He put his arm around her, and she leaned against his shoulder without a thought as to what such a gesture might mean.

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