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Post subject:  Posted: May 11th, 2006, 5:27 pm |
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((Go ahead with making Margaret do things if need be Pip.))
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 5:41 pm |
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The French men continued walking Jack and Elizabeth down a long hall. There voices, footsteps and breaths were the only sound ringing through this place. Suddenly, as they continued down the long corridor a foul stench choked the air. And like a shatter the silence was broken as a cry of torture pierced their ears. Jack nearly stopped in his tracks, but a soldier kept on his toes making him continue.
"Voici votre nouvelle maison !" One of the guards yelled towards Jack and Margaret. In a split second Jack and Margaret were thrown into their own seperate cells, side by side. A skinny guard laughed and tore off the blindfolds on each of them.
The light of the torches burned Jack's eyes, he hadn't realized how many hours it had been without him seeing light. He squinted and tried to look the French in the face. The French laughed and one shouted, "Appréciez !"
Then, the same skinny guard removed the irons around Margaret's hands, then as he went his way to remove Jack's one of the guards shouted towards him in a harsh tone, "Non ! Sien restent sur..."
The skinny guard chuckled and ceased to remove Jack's irons. Then with a loud crash the cell doors were locked and the men moved on.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 5:48 pm |
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Margaret blinked, her eyes strained in the torch light. She looked around scared. She had heard stories of prisons for Pirates from her fathers crew, now she was sure she was in one. "Jack!" She called out. "Jack Sparrow where are you." She got up but fell down due to her legs being tired.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 5:56 pm |
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"Over here!" Jack said in a raspy whisper due to his dry throat. He scooted himself to the bars and looked into Margaret's cell. He could tell she was scared to death, so he decided he should act like the brave one, and not copy her.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 6:01 pm |
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Margaret crawled over to Jack, now finally seeing him. "Oh Go, where are we. What will they do to us?" She asked Her voice harsh now. She grabed Jacks hand again. "I'm sorry, I'm scared. I've heard stories about prisons. Promise you won't leave me, Jack, please."
((I know she is crying alot and acting like a wimp, but this is a fist for her, and her fathers not around to be brave for her.))
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 9:57 pm |
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Jack tried to grab her hand back, but the irons dug into his wrists. He winced through his teeth and pulled them back. He looked down at his wrists, and saw indeed they were beginning to bleed, and the skin started to peel, opening a fresh wound.
His eyes looked away from his hands and looked to Margaret, "I won't leave ye...but they might take ye....I'll make no promise, but I will not let 'em hurt ye.."
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 10:29 pm |
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Margaret smiled sadly, then she saw his wrists. "Oh god." She ripped her sleeve off and then in two. Then she reached through the bars and tucked the material underneath each ironcuff. "Is that better?" she asked sniling at Jack, she was really close to the bars know and for the first time she really studied him, and by the way he looked at her, she was sure he proberly doing the same.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 10:52 pm |
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Jack forced a smile even though the cloth made the wounds hurt worse at the moment, "It depends on how ye mean by better." He looked down at his wrists again and he let out a sigh.
Suddenly there was a click in Jack's cell. Jack turned around to face that of two French men. One held a blinding torch, the other nothing. "Vous avez un temps de rendez-vous... pour aller !" The guard's face curled up into a horrid smile as he glared Jack in the eyes.
Jack sank back up against the bars and gripped hold of them.
The guard grew impatient with Jack not getting up, "Levez-vous pirate ! Maintenant !"
Jack pulled a cocky smirk and said back to him in French, "Non.."
The French guard had enough of him. He didn't like the fact that Jack wasn't cowering in fear and so he walked up to Jack and kneed him in the chin.
Jack fell over and his grip on the bars had let go. The french man then bellowed out, "Silence ! Vous viendrez avec nous vous morceau d'ordures ! Prenez-le !"
Two other French walked into the cell and gripped hold of Jack and started to drag him out of the cell.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 10:56 pm |
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Margargaret crawled to the fron of her cell. "JACK!!!! Nooo, don't take him!" she cried out reaching through the bars tring to grab him, any part would do, but one of the men kicked the cage sending her back.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 11:07 pm |
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15 minutes passed, but they seemed like hours amongst the silence and cold air creeping through the cracks.
Just as it seemed to carry on forever there was a sound of feet starting to scuffle through the corridor. The French guards had returned and they dragged Jack along with them.
Jack's body was limp and his head was looking down.
The clicked open the rusted cell door and violently threw him in, making Jack hit the bricks and fall to the floor. His right sleeve is soaked in blood, near his hand.
The men laughed, then walked away.
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 11:12 pm |
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Margaret, who, had been in a corner crying till her eyes had turned puffy, looked up to see them toss Jack back into his. "She quickly wen ttover to see if he was alright. "Jack." she called. "Jack wake up." She broke into more sobs. "What have they done to you?"
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Post subject: Posted: May 11th, 2006, 11:16 pm |
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Jack's eyes opened slowly, then scanned the area until they met Margaret's eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and he still looked to be in a paniced state of mind. He started to raise his head.
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Post subject: Posted: May 12th, 2006, 10:24 am |
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Margaret reached through the bars, she tried to pull him closer to the bars, she was able to. "Jack what did they do to you? Oh god, what will they do to me?" She ripped her other sleeve of and tied it around Jacks bleeding hand. "Oh, Jack." She put a hand on his face.
((I like where this is going, this whole experence makes their bond stonger.))
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Post subject: Posted: May 12th, 2006, 12:00 pm |
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Post subject: Posted: May 12th, 2006, 3:49 pm |
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(Psst..it said his right sleeve was soaked in blood..near his hand. Don't worry about it though, I'll just move on.)
"I don't know what happened...." Jack managed to sit up slowly and rested his back up against the cold, stone wall. He glanced down at his arm and swallowed when he started to feel the immense pain.
He then started to peel his sleeve away as far as possible, since it was drenched with blood and sticking to his skin.
Once the sleeve was gone it revealed a 'P' burned into his flesh. The places around the wound were scorched.
Jack closed his eyes and then knew with a 'P' on your arm, you are forever marked. There's not a second in your life that you will not be on the verge of hanging from the noose anymore. You're a wanted man, and always will be.
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Post subject: Posted: May 12th, 2006, 3:53 pm |
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(Right, tell me if I go wrong.)
Silver looked over at Jack's arm, it didn't look pretty.
(Where are all the french dudes?)
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