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Post subject:  Posted: May 9th, 2006, 4:20 pm |
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Margaret jumped at the sound, ran over to Jack and unknowinly grasped his hand. Sur she was a Pirates daughter, and had been a few fights, but that was with her fathera and the others there, she was 14 and scared. "I'm scared Jack, I've never fought alone before."
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Post subject: Posted: May 9th, 2006, 4:28 pm |
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Pippin |
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Location: Davey Jones' Locker...
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Jack held on to her hand not caring whose hand it was at the moment. "Shutup...get behind there!" He gestured towards another barrel filled with gun powder. "I got an idea...hurry!" Before she could respond he sprinted over, grabbed an empty bottle of rum and stood up against the side of the door, with his back to the wall, awaiting the first soldier to come in.
"Nous entrons sur trois ! Un, deux trois !" The door came down in a crash, and so did one of the soldiers, Jack had succeeded in whacking over the head with the bottle.
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Post subject: Posted: May 9th, 2006, 4:35 pm |
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Margaret hid, and watched as jack knocke out one of the French soldiers. Soon more showed up, she looked around quickly looking to discratracted them. Then she saw a half filled bag of flour. Staying hidden she through it at the men.
((Hey Pip, do yu like how I am getting their realtion ship forshadowing greater things.))
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Post subject: Posted: May 9th, 2006, 4:36 pm |
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Pippin |
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Location: Davey Jones' Locker...
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(Yeah, it's not too obvious, and that's nice. But hey, I got to leave...don't move on without me! Savvy? Ha ha!)
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Post subject: Posted: May 9th, 2006, 4:38 pm |
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Post subject: Posted: May 9th, 2006, 7:05 pm |
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(how should i bring in my character?)
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:15 am |
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The flour bag hit one of the soldiers across the stomach. He cursed and stood up quickly. "Là-bas ! Someones là !" He pointed a finger and a taller soldier started to march on over to where Margaret was hiding.
Meanwhile, Jack, unknowingly had killed the soldier he had hit over the head with the bottle. It couldn't be, Jack had never killed a man before in his life, how could this be the first one? Was he meant to die? Did he have a family at home waiting for him? Or, did he even have a life? So many questions stirred in Jack's mind and so, he didn't have time to react when the leader of the French grabbed Jack by the hand and ripped his sleeve back.
The man stared at Jack's right arm and said, "Aucune marque?"
Jack swallowed hard. No, he didn't have the brand on his arm. He looked away from the man's gaze and tried to pull away his arm.
The french man spit in Jack's face and shouted, "Vous morceau dégoûtant de saleté !" He slapped Jack's face. The rest of the French laughed and snickered amongst them.
Jack sneered to himself and gave that signature smirk. He then spoke in a the french language, "Non, vous êtes le morceau dégoûtant de saleté mon ami...."
The smile wiped off the French man's face and this time he slugged Jack in the head and shouted in a heavy accent which this time he spoke english, "Shutup! You are a bloody, filthy pirate....you will learn your place boy!" He slugged Jack in the stomach, then mocked him by laughing. He then shouted towards his men, "Ainsi, ce jeune garçon veut devenir un pirate ?" They all laughed and he looked at Jack and spoke to him in english again, "Then he will become a pirate."
(Sorry for the long post. Ha ha! Just got carried away in my own RP world.)
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:25 am |
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Captain toppled another one but there was too many guards out there. He had to retreat and hoped that his daughter is still alive. He quitted his weapon down as Frenchmen increased by numbers than they are. Except Flip they were all tied by their hands. He did not know where Flip was actually.
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:48 am |
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At the beginning of the battle Flip had ran to the upper deck taking out what frenchmen he could with his musket until two attacked the upper part as they had managed to avoid the other pirates. Flip quickly turned his musket around in his hands and hit the unsuspecting frenchman in the cheek dropping him out for a while. The man`s jaw bone seemed to brake with a nice sound to it, Flip then drew his sword to comfort the frenchman. He made few thrust trying to get the man off balance, but was blocked and suddenly throw on his back as he tripped on the other man. He cursed as the sword armed guard jumped at him trying to stab him to death, but Flip rolled away and ironcally the guard stabbed his fellow.
Flip didn`t wait and wonder as he kicked the man in the stomach, then with the handle of his sword he knocked the man unsconcious to the deck. He shook his head as he rushed to help the other pirates.
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Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 2:08 am |
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Location: Davey Jones' Locker...
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(~is waiting for Mari's pose~)
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 9:16 am |
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Flip was conforted by three new guards and he smirked at them quickly before running back to the upper deck hoping to fight them off in the stairs. The first one to come up tried to stab ihm, but Flip guided it away and kicked the man in the chest dropping him on another guard. Flip then jumped on them and jumped on the lower deck smiling as he conforted the last guard that was up.
"Combien tu prends pour hanter une maison?"
Flip stated at the guard whom then slashed at him as Flip kneeled out of the way and tripped the man, Flip rose up yet his stab was blocked and the swords were locked. Flip cursed as he spat at the man and decided to end the fight with a painful kick below the belt. Flip could have swore that the guards eyes had a tear coming out of them, he smirked as he gladly ended the man`s life quickly. He then sighed as he headed towards the cargo space where he thought he saw Margaret, the boss would probably be pleased to have his kid saved.
Flip arrived to the scene with Jack, Margaret and the french guards. Flip cursed quietly, but his presence was not noticed as he stayed in the shadows waiting for his opportunity.
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 11:42 am |
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(Right, ho, I have no idea what just went on!)
Silver had crept away from the comotion, all these fast speaking french people were getting her wound up like a spring.
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:38 pm |
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Margaret pulled her sword out, gripping the handle as if her life depended on it. They were going to mark Jack, her father had done to him, she had seen it on his arm many times. But she would not let that happen to Jack. She grabed an apple froma barral and threw it past the men, theyto where it fell, she threw a few more. When all of there attention was away from Jack she snuck over and was about to knock out the guard holding him. Just then strong hands griped her arms. Her mind swam, she looked at Jack, she never noticed one of the soldiers had gone to check out wat had thuded, he must have seen her sneaking up on his companions. Still looking at Jack she spoke. "I'm sorry, I tried."
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:44 pm |
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Silver saw Margaret's failed attempt at rescuing the young man and slipped past the guard as he struggled with Margaret. "Psst, Jack!" Silver whispered. She used her knife to cut through the rope and released him. "Come, this way." She said and bounded off without a sound.
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:47 pm |
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The tall French man who had grabbed Magaret's shoulders peered down at her, "Pourquoi bonjour là fillette !" He reached down and pulled her up by the hair. He looked at her face and gave a hard kiss on it, "Vous tigre, vous." Once more all the French laughed as the glared at the young woman.
Unfortunately the calls from Silver never reached Jack's ears, he was too caught up in the moment. Jack tried to recover from the slug to his stomach as he saw that the French had also found Margaret. With the strenght he had left in his adominal he straighted up and shouted, "Margaret! Leave 'er! She's not a pirate!" The french were still caught up with Margaret when he shouted again to them, but this time in French, "Laissez-la ! Elle n'est pas un pirate !"
"Shutup !" And once more the head of the French men whacked Jack across the face. He then grabbed Jack by the neck and started to squeeze it softy with a sober look on his face, then spoke out to another soldier who also knew English, "Take the girl, you can have some fun with her...this boy will be coming with us. Clap them in irons..."
The second French soldier nodded and shouted towards the other French, "Apportez la fille le long ! Battez-les en fers ! ! Vous ! Prenez le garçon !" Half of the men grabbed Margaret and clapped the irons around her wrists, one of the men still had her by the hair.
The other, more stronger half of the bunch seiged Jack, hit him a few more times, before clashing the irons roughly around his wrist.
Before long the soldiers headed out of the cargo towards the upper deck.
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 12:48 pm |
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Pippin |
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(Ah junk...I guess I took to long to pose...Ha ha! Do I have to change it?)
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