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Post subject:  Posted: June 28th, 2007, 5:35 pm |
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((still figuring everything out from vacation return...bumping for now))
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Post subject: Posted: June 29th, 2007, 3:11 am |
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(I dont mean to be a pest, but who are we waiting for? Whose turn is it to pose?)
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Post subject: Posted: June 29th, 2007, 8:37 am |
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((The same person we are waiting for in other RPGs. LDM. If I were to post for Barbossa right now, I would have three options:
A) Kill Jack (what he realistically would have done the moment Jack's feet hit the deck)
B) Kill Gibbs as Jack suggested (not out of the question, but might leave LDM a bit miffed at me)
C) Do something completely out of character
As I somehow doubt that anyone would appreciate either of the first two, and the third one doesn't particularly appeal to me, we are left awaiting some sort of Gibbs intervention. She is due back very soon, so chill.  ))
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Post subject: Posted: June 30th, 2007, 3:22 pm |
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The bloody... Still leveling his own weapon, Gibbs crossed his eyes at the barrel aimed towards his nose. Not a bloomin' loss. He'd never liked his nose much anyway. But then there was that touchy subject of the bullet going straight through his nose and out the back of his skull....
There weren't many instances when Joshamee Gibbs still wished he were undead. This was one of them.
"I... ah..." he began, unable to wrench his gaze from the pistol pointed at his face. "Mayhap we be findin' ourselves in suitable waters for negotiation, eh cap'n? Parley...? After all..." He jerked his head at Jack. "He's got the map."
Dear Hector wasn't looking too agreeable on that, which left Gibbs with two options. One, he could make a dive for the dinghy. Two, he could point his pistol someplace else - namely, the mercurial Sparrow. The latter was just beginning to look mighty shiny when...
Option three. Busy day for ye, Mr. Gibbs. He tentatively raised a finger. "Ship, cap'n," he offered with a most dainty smile, angling his finger aft. If Barbossa happened to look, he would find tell-tale sails of an unfamiliar ship on the horizon.
[cue Teague]
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Post subject: Posted: June 30th, 2007, 4:49 pm |
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Lee glanced over at where Gibbs was pointing. He hit Jake softly in the side and whispered, "Look."
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Post subject: Posted: July 1st, 2007, 3:01 am |
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Sparrow's attention was also wavered when Gibbs mentioned something approaching the Pearl; no doubt.
Jack kept his pistol aimed, but looked past and beyond Barbossa's hat of feathers and towards the horizon. Captain Jack then squinted his eyes at the tiny little thing coming towards them.
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Post subject: Posted: July 1st, 2007, 3:12 am |
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Floating in the distance, was an average sized ship, that looked to belong to a pirate....for no colors were flying.
Sitting on a barrel, against a wall, with boots propped onto one of the ledges of the ship, hat tilted over the eyes, banjo in hand being played a steady tempo, sat none other than Captain Teague.
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Post subject: Posted: July 1st, 2007, 6:20 pm |
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Lee's mouth almost dropped open as he saw the man come aboard the ship. Jake smiled and whispered to Lee, really quietly so no one would hear, (though they were in the very back, so the had a better chance of not being heard), glancing at the dingy Jack used to get to the Pearl as he did so.
"Like father like son." Lee grinned and nodded. "Aye." He said, and waited to see Barbossa's reactions, or more so, Jack's.
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Post subject: Posted: July 1st, 2007, 7:44 pm |
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((I'm back now, thanks Tur.))
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Post subject: Posted: July 1st, 2007, 8:12 pm |
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((no problema!  we didn't do to much, really!  )) _________________
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Post subject: Posted: July 3rd, 2007, 2:39 am |
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(Tur, Teague is now in a ship, could ye edit yer last post?)
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Post subject: Posted: July 3rd, 2007, 5:40 pm |
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((of course...*oops  * sorry...)) _________________
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Post subject: Posted: July 4th, 2007, 2:57 am |
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(I edited the dingy into a ship you guys. So, now we can continue. HA HA!)
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Post subject: Posted: July 7th, 2007, 7:52 pm |
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Barbossa's eyes narrowed as he strained to see the distant ship. With the aid of his spyglass, he realized that it was a familiar one at that. "Brig," he said shortly, snapping the spyglass shut. As a few of the crewmen hurried to put manacles on Jack and Gibbs and lead them down bellow-deck, Barbossa began shouting out orders. "Bring us up alongside 'er an' luff the mainsail! I want a boarding ramp at the ready, and all men armed!" Best prepare for both possible situations, as one was never quite sure which one would actually encounter with Captain Teague. The man's state of mind was such that one second he might hug you, and the next he'd shoot you. Or shoot you, then hug you. Barbossa had seen both occur in his limited experiences with Teague, leaving little question as to which parent Jack had inherited his unique faculties from. "With a will, ye worthless freeloaders!"
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Post subject: Posted: July 13th, 2007, 9:55 pm |
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Yet again in Jack Sparrow’s life, a door of iron bars swung open before him, and he stepped inside. The door customarily came to a close two seconds after this, accompanied with a single, definitive sound – the twist of a key - locking him and Gibbs in the cage.
Of all the things that seemed strange to Jack Sparrow, he found that having this familiarity with a jailing process was a strange, but admirable quality. It just goes to show how many predicaments he had been in, hence a nice little thing to mention when wooing and flattering Tortuga's wenches interest. Thus, this familiarity, while strange, proved to be a worthwhile asset.
"Wrong place, wrong time," Jack said to Gibbs with a weak smile. He appeared quiet, but if Joshamee Gibbs knew anything about him, wheels in Jack's head were already turning as he took in all that was around him.
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Post subject: Posted: July 14th, 2007, 12:43 am |
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Without having to lift the dark black marble eyes from his banjo, Teague lowered anchor and slowly shuffled his way back to his barrel, sitting back atop it. The small golden trickets in his dark black hair clinked and the feather in his hat blew ever so slightly in the salty sea wind.
Pricking on the banjo strings with his knarled and twisted fingers, his eyes remained downcast, as he awaited Barbossa's crew to pull along side his vessel.
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