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Post by Mistress Wisewings on May 31, 2007 15:01:27 GMT -6
here we go! ~*~*~*~ Christina Bernadict gazed out the window of her family's shop, longing to be outside enjoying the weather. With a deep sigh and another look of regret spreading over her face, the young clothes designer turned back to the beautiful gowns that she had slipped on to several mannequins. One gown was done in a very light silvery blue and looked very elegant. It was fitted with the latest fashion of corsets and bodices. Christina wondered how the women would breathe in an outfit such as that. The other gown was an off-white color and much more simpler than the other.
"You certainly have lots of talent, Miss Bernadict."
Christina spun around and gazed at Norrington, who was reinstated to his old position that he had lost.
"T-thank you, Mister Norrington," she replied in her soft voice.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "You are most welcome." With a nod, James Norrington left the shop, strolling leisurely down the cobstone streets.
With a sigh of relief, she turned back to an empty mannequin, set on designing another gown for the townsfolk to sample. ~*~*~*~*~ all the dresses/gowns that she makes are fitted to the person buying it. Also, as a small note, the woman who raised her is dead.
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Post by skywalkeranakin on May 31, 2007 15:46:13 GMT -6
Nice, this role play thing is new to me..
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jun 3, 2007 9:19:11 GMT -6
it's alright. eventually it will become second nature. Like I said, just write like you are writing a story, but be mindful of what the other players write.
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Post by skywalkeranakin on Jun 4, 2007 11:21:52 GMT -6
Ok.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jun 4, 2007 12:41:37 GMT -6
Sorry it took awhile, hope everything goes as planned. Allie can do her own intro. ~*~ Livvie Grey leaned against the cold stone wall of her cell. Her black hair moved softly from the breeze from the near by window. Livvie's grey eyes didn't look away from the ceiling although she longed to get her last look at the sea. But she denied herself that one lust filled glance because she knew it would be admitting hse would be marching to her death in 2 hours. Livvie would never deny she was a pirate, it was in her blood, but she had never done anything to deserve being put to death. She had lived her life by the code, she had served a good captain, she had shared her gold with those who neeeded more, she had never killed a man unless he attacked her first but none of that mattered to the East India Trading Company. They had dangled freedom infront of her noise if she would tell what ship she had sailed and who was the captain, but she refused, she was a good pirate. "Last meals here," A grouf voice growled as Livvie heard a tray slide against the ground. "I'm not hungry." Livvie said twisting her curly black hair around her index finger. "Well, I wouldn't be either. Have ya looked at what they serve?" Livvie's head snapped up. She looked over at the other side of the bars and saw Charity cleaning off her sword from the blood of the gaurd. "Captain!" Livvie jumped down from the bench and ran to the bars grasping on to it tightly. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, i was just passing by..." Charity brushed her wavvy black hair from her eyes and jingled a ring of keys in front of Levvie's eyes. "How'd-" "Stole it off a powdered wig," Charity incerted the key into the lock and turned it. "Can't be having a member of my crew hang, now can i? Be bad for bussiness." "Can't be having that." Levvi smiled at Charity as she swung the door open. "Charity, you didn't...kill all the gaurds did you?" "Livvie Grey, I thought you knew me better then that." Charity smirked as she lead Levvie down a hallway. "I'll only kill a man in a fair fight, or if i think he's going to start a fair fight." "Or if Rum is involved." Levvie smiled. "That too," Charity nodded. ~*~ "Isn't this a little close to land?" Will Turner asked crossing his arms over his chest glaring at Barbossa. "Aye, I must agree." Mr. Gibbs said as the small group of Pirates sailed along in two life boats. "We're getting close..." Barbossa said softly as Jack the monkey became more and more active in its chattering. Barbossa petted it softly as he looked forward threw the fog that seemed to cover the Port Royal shores. "Who is this pirate lord we're going to see?" Elizabeth had lost count of the times she'd asked the question and wasn't surprissed by the lack of answer again. "Charity," Tia Dalma saidtracing her crab locket softly with her fingers. "Hmm?" All the crew except Barbossa turned torwards the voddo priestess. ~*~ Christina stood back from her mannequin and sighed slightly. The dress was beautiful but she couldn't find it in her self to be happy about it. She could be happy about very little these days with all those people being hanged in the middle of town like it was some sort of entirtainment. "Bugger, Bugger, bugger!"Christina looked up to see two women run into the store. One with Ebany skin slammed the door shut and leaned against it. The other one with a scar under her left eye walked past christina and looked out the window at the ocean. "You stole the keys from Lord Beckett!?" The girl against the door demanded. "Calm down Levvie. Fate just happened to help me find the first powdered wig with a weakness for rum and pretty girls in red dresses," The other one shrugged her shoulders. "Charity!" Levvie sounded like she was scolding and pleading at the same time. "Erm...Excuss me." Christina said drawing both Pirates eyes to her. "Ello, please don't mind us." Charity smiled warmly. "Well, its just you've barged into my shop..." Christina said nervously. "She could go to prisson for 'sheltering' us, Captain." Levvie said not moving from her place against the door.. "Well, Bollocks, can't be having that." Charity frowned slightly. "Search all the shops!" Christina heard Admiral James Norrington's vioce outside. "Bugger!" Levvie said pulling her sword and glaring outside. "...I've got a better idea, actully." Charity walks past Christina and wraps her arm around the mannequin's shoulder. "Tell me, miss have you ever wanted to sail the high seas?" "What? I-" "Well, normally, i'd give ya a big speach about the whole thing and there'd be rum but as you can tell we are in a bit of a crunch for time so..." Charity drew a gun and pointed it at Christina. "Oh my lord. "Christina whimpered. "You can't be seriouos!" Levvie whispered harshly from the door. "Got a better plan?" Charity shut back and smiled at Christina sweetly. "I'm not a bad person, Miss. But Choicing between Kidnapping you or hanging isn't really that hard of a chioce, savvy?" ~*~
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jun 4, 2007 20:56:15 GMT -6
The clothes designer gulped. What the pirate had said was true. The decision was not that difficult, especially if you wanted to live. Besides, she would never admit it but Christina really loved the sea. One of her earliest memories, in fact, was by the sea with her parents. She never could quite make out what they looked like, but she knew it was her parents with her.
"All right," she answered. "I'll let you "kidnap" me."
Charity grinned. "Perfect." The gun was still pointing to her head just as Livvie was shoved into the shop by the guards.
"Unhand her!" shouted one of the soldiers, pointing his bassonet (I think that's how you spell it) to the female pirate.
"Nay," she replied, stepping closer to the younger girl. "She is a pretty thing, isn't she?" Charity ran the back of her hand down Christina's soft cheek, making her shudder. ~*~*~*~ "She is one of the pirate lords," said Tia Dalma. "Took over when poor Chaville (eh... too lazy to look the name back up) died."
"How are we gonna find her?" Will asked.
"You shall see." ~*~*~*~ Davey Jones sat down at his organ, playing a sad song. There was an unfamiliar feeling in his chest that plagued him. He did not like that at all. He preferred to not feel anything, especially after what Calypso had done to him. His gaze fell upon the locket he had laying beside the organ. It was slightly open and was playing a soft lullaby. Davey Jones reached one tentacle over and grasped it between his suckers. Calypso... he thought sadly. A tear fell from his eyes, surprising himself. Curiously, he swiped at the teardrop and looked at it before he became consumed in his rage. ~*~*~*~*
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Jun 5, 2007 14:33:11 GMT -6
i forgot to add i have a necklace that resenbles 2 angel wings around my neck, my hair isn't in dread locks but had blue and red streaks in it, that and she has the same thing about her effects. ~ Alexandra sighed and looked out into the sea at shipwreck cove. her dog laying at her feet the keys infront of him. she reached down and scratched behind his ears and grabbed up the keys placing them on her waist coat along with her sword.
since they had gotten the word about her brother things had gone down hill.
"Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die" she sang softly under her breath.
Her father, Captian Teague had gone to just sitting and playing his guitar. he had given her permission to set out with the next ship, her's needing to be fixed. she had choosen one that was on it's way to Tortuga, is she had any chance of running into jack's friends it would be there. she undid her bandana and threw it over the rope about her head, she lifted off her feet and slid down to the waiting dock below. her father was waiting for her at the bottom her bag in his hand.
"becareful now, i don't need 2 of you gone form me." he said handing her the bag and giving her a hug.
the dog came up next to her father and sat down whining up at her.
"I know boy, i know i'm gonna miss you too." she said kneeling down and petting him.
"why don't you take jailhouse(naming the dog yay) with you he'll get more exercise with you that and he need some time out on the sea"
"thanks dad" she said with a smile.
he then held out 2 more things to her a hat similar to her brothers and under that a necklace that reselmbled black angel wings. he smiled at him know that it was mom's. she took the hat and bowed her arms outstreched and feet crossed. she stood straight and placed the hat on her head. shed winked at her father and ran onto the ship, jailhouse following her.
sahe ran up to the front of the ship and stood on the bow she looked back at her father her gave ehr a slight wave and she removed her hat and waved back.
~*~ it's something
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jun 5, 2007 19:07:17 GMT -6
Nifty update Christina and Allie. ~*~
Charity smirked evilly over the shop girl's shoulder as she pressed the gun barrel against her neck. Levvie stood next to her with her sword drawn looking at the solders with an uneasiness in her shoulders. Charity liked Levvie, but the girl had that whole bothersome moral compass.
"What's going on here?" A powdered wig marched into the shop and glared in her direction. "Unhand Miss Bernadict!"
"Pretty name ya have," Levvie said standing up straighter.
"Aye, she's very pretty, ain't she?" Charity felt the girl shake slightly out of fear or worry she couldn't tell. "Pity to have to blow her pretty insides all over these pretty dresses."
"Please, let me go!" The girl whimpered softly as she sniffed back fake tears.
"Wont hurt but for a moment," Charity said soothingly pulling the leaver back on her gun when the powdered wig stepped forward pushing down his men's guns.
"Wait," He looked unsure of himself as he looked at the three of them and seemed to make up his mind. "And how do you plan to get out of hear alive?”
"Hm?" Charity looked over to Levvie. "What do you think?"
"A Crazy Ivan?" Levvie asked.
"Aye, I think A Crazy Ivan it is." Charity let out a soft laugh.
"I'm unfamiliar with that term," The wig said frowning as the soldiers lifted their guns..
"Pity that." Charity winked at Levvie who shifted slightly before throwing a smoke bomb onto the ground exploding with a large bang.
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Christina coughed and wheezed as she sat in the life boat that Charity was rowing at a fast pace. Charity kept humming a soft song to her self as she pushed them away from the shore. Christina looked off at Port Royal with a small amount of regret as she watched her old life drift further and further away.
“You alright?” Levvie asked rubbing Christina’s back.
“What was that?” Christina asked as she took a deep lungful of air.
“Smoke bomb,” Levvie smiled warmly. “Helps give us a speedy get away. It’s harder to just chuck it with out distracting the Powdered wigs, thank you for that.”
“No problem.” Christina said looking over to Charity. “Are you really a captain?”
“Aye,” Charity nodded. “Guess you’ve never heard of me.”
“No,” Christina flushed slightly. “But I haven’t heard of many pirates other then Jack Sparrow.”
“Everyone’s heard of him,” Levvie said with a slightly dreamily sound to her voice.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Christina.” Charity said ignoring Levvie’s response. “Now, being a pirate ain’t all sunshine and kittens. It’s a hard job and you’ve got to pull you’re wait. The Half Moon is a cruel mistress and doesn’t like it when people lay about.”
“The Half Moon?” Christina asked.
“Aye,” Charity motioned behind her and Christina saw the fog seem to drift away to show a large ship with two masts and a pattern of a half moon painted on to the sails.
“My word…”
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jun 6, 2007 10:42:52 GMT -6
very nice updates, ladies. ~*~*~*~ Christina watched as Livvie and Charity climbed up the rope ladder that had fallen down alongside the ship's side. She turned slightly and glanced once more at Port Royal. Heaving a sigh, she grabbed hold of the rope and began ascending, feeling more like she was heading toward a new life.
A hand stretched out and helped her from the ladder, giving her a view of the several women aboard the ship. They were all dressed in either piratey clothes or rags of what they had worn before. Charity grinned at her from the middle of the group.
"Welcome aboard the Half Moon, Christina Bernadict," she announced. The crew cheered and went back to their stations. "For now, just walk around and get an idea as to what kind of job you would like to have upon the ship." Charity turned on her heels and stalked off to what Christina assumed was the captain's quarters.
Livvie strode up to her. "You may want to change out of what you are wearing, Miss Bernadict. Unless you feel comfortable working in what you are wearing."
"I am fine, thanks," replied the clothes designer. ~*~*~*~*~ "You lied to me."
The man's eyes opened. "About what?"
His interrigator narrowed his eyes. "You never told me you fathered any children."
The prisoner laughed. "Why should I have told you that? Why would you need to know if I had any offspring?"
"You know the answer to those questions and you know it!"
"And if I did?"
Davey Jones gave a frustrated sigh. "Fine then, Master Bernadict. You will have condemned not only yourself, but for your rotten child as well."
Patrick Bernadict watched the captain of the Flying Dutchman recede upwards meanwhile sending a prayer to every deity he could remember to keep his daughter safe. Please Lord, spare my child. You may keep me here, forever to remain on the Flying Dutchman, but do not give my little angel over to this hideous monster. ~*~*~*~ *evil laughter*
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jun 7, 2007 8:45:55 GMT -6
I'm bored so I will update some more ~*~*~*~ "There she be," said Barbossa as the fog lifted slightly to reveal another ship, almost as large as the Black Pearl.
"That's the Half Moon?" Elizabeth asked.
"Aye. That she is. And Charity is her captain." Barbossa turned the ship so that it would run close to the other ship. ~*~*~*~ "Captain?"
Charity looked up into the eyes of a red-headed girl that had entered her quarters. "What do you need?"
"We have company. It seems the Black Pearl has found us." ~*~*~*~*~ Christina and the other crew watched as members of the other ship climbed aboard, unsure of what to do. Finally, Rachel, the red-haired girl, came back with Charity following.
(I'll let Patty go further with this scene. I am not sure if Barbossa and Charity know each other.) ~*~*~*~*~ Patrick attempted to wrench his chains from the wall, but it was no use. He fell back against the rough wood, his hands falling to his side. The man knew he needed to escape so that he could save his daughter. He didn't want her to be in the hands of such a man.
One of his hands slipped into his pocket and he took out a picture. It was taken back when his wife was alive and their child, Christina Bernadict, was only about one year old. They were at the beach, the parents watching their little girl waddle into the shallow waters that lapped at the sand. She would give a giggle as the water knocked her gently down on her bottom. Her small hands splashed in the water. Christina's eyes would light up as the nearer she got to the water.
Patrick smiled grimly and clutched the picture in his hands. His wife was immediately killed, he was kidnapped, and he never knew what became of his daughter. All he knew was that she was still asleep in her crib. But he had received a letter almost a year later from a woman who happened upon Christina walking alone. She would take her to Port Royal and raise her there. Every year she would send a picture of her.
Then the Flying Dutchman caught up to the man who escaped from another ship and took him. Davey Jones offered him a chance to live, as he was near death at the time, and Patrick took it. Now he regretted it. ~*~*~*~ Davey Jones stopped moving, as if listening for something. A look of rage flew across his face and he stomped out of his quarters, only to see soldiers of Port Royal on his ship. Two of them held the chest in which his heart lay.
"Get that infernal thing away from here!" he spat.
"I'm sorry," called a voice from the shadows. The person stepped out, revealing Cutler Beckett. "But it will remain on this ship. I will not have you running amuck like you were before."
"The Flying Dutchman sails as the captain commands it," Davey Jones said, feeling smug.
"And the captain will be following orders as commanded." ~*~*~*~*~ I think I saw the movie too many times now. 4 times. I just quoted it.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jun 7, 2007 22:18:53 GMT -6
Good updates honey! And yes, Barbossa and Charity know each other, Says so in my profile. :-) ~*~
Charity looked around at her crew as they all seemed tense, waiting for a battle to break out of the deck of her ship. The crew members of the Black Pearl seemed to be going along the same line of thought.
"Ello Hector," Charity flashed a smile at the other Captain who seemed to have lost his ability to speak.
"Little Charity? My you've...grown." Barbossa asked tilting his head slightly taking in her whole look. She guessed it most have been a shock to see the drastic change from the last time they'd seen each other.
"Thank ya," Charity said. "You look the same; guess the ghost stories were true, aye?"
"Aye," Barbossa nodded looking around the ship. "I heard the stories but never guessed you be the same person."
"You know each other?" A woman who looked like she'd never worked a hard day’s work in her life interrupted.
"Yes, Ms. Swann," Barbossa rolled his eyes.
"What brings ya and your odd crew of misfits on to my boat, Hector?" Charity asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"The call has gone out." Barbossa said tossing a shinning silver piece to Charity who caught it.
"Aye, I heard the song." Charity nodded. "But that can't be the only reason you've come."
"Can't a man visit an old friend's daughter with out wanting something?” Barbossa said laughing softly.
"To my cabin, if you please.” Charity said motioning with her right hand for Barbossa to fallow her. “Take us out to sea if you would, Tena.”
~*~
“Hasn’t been a gathering in a few years from what I heard,” Rachael said to Christina finishing in filling her in on what the conversation between Charity and the other captain.
“I had no idea,” Christina said looking off towards the captain’s cabin.
“The charts could lead you anywhere, To the end of the world, the heart of Davy Jones or even eternal youth.” Levvie said leaning back against the railing looking over at the handful of crew the other captain had brought with who had introduced themselves as soon as the captains left..
“Best keep a keen eye about the men, savvy?” Rachael whispered to Christina.
“Why?” Christina asked, looking over at Elizabeth Swann, she had made her a wedding dress and was sorry the girl had never been able to wear it..
“Men go months with out seeing a women and they get to be thinking any women is for the taking,” Rachael said showing Christina a scar on her shoulder. Christina had a feeling most of the crew had once in their lives been ‘scarlet women’, it didn’t bother her but it did interest her.
“What’s taking them so long?” Elizabeth said slamming her feet against the ship.
“Better be watching how you treat the Half Moon,” growled one of the other girls who was busy getting the rigging ready for when they set sail.
“It’s just a-” The Mr. Gibbs elbowed Elizabeth slightly to keep her from continuing.
“She means no harm,” Will Turner said as he looked out towards the sea..
“We’d better hurry…” Tea Diam said tracing her finger over her crab locket as she stood next to Will. “There’s a great tragedy about to happen.”
~*~
“Steady men!” Kate growled as she pulled out a grenade from in between her breasts and waited tell the foul beast that had killed so many fellow pirates and her father wrapped its tentacles around her beautiful ship.
“Ayer, Captain.” The men called aiming their canons and guns at the terrible beasty.
“No good deed goes unpunished, aye captain?” Her first mate said taking a giant swig of rum as he loaded up all the powder he could into his ship.
“If we make it out of this Mark, consider yourself put in the brig for helping that ship,” Kate said smirking as the beast was coming closer.
“Aye Captain.” Mark nodded his head.
“Standing right here, darling.” The only survivor of the other ship taken by Davy Jones sea beast said brushing her hair out of her face. Kate couldn’t remember what her name was Allison, Alexandra, or something like that.
“Rescuing you put us in danger; I can talk however I wish. This is my ship!” Kate growled.
“Humph!” The girl glared pulling out her own gun. Suddenly and with out warning the many arms of the Kratcken landed and slammed into the ship ripping it apart.
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“You’re a bad liar, Hector.” Charity said as soon as he closed the door to her cabin.
“Am I?” Barbossa asked as Jack the monkey jumped off his shoulders and ran to Charity’s arms.
“You want the charts I won off that other pirate lord,” Charity said petting Jack gently with her index fingers.
“That I do.” Barbossa said sitting down in a chair across from Charity.
“Any you’ll be wanting to borrow my ship I gather.” Charity said picking an apple off her table and offered it to Hector.
“That be true as well,” Barbossa cursed the apple with his hand looking straight into Charity’s eyes.
“There are rules on my ship, savvy?” Charity said leaning back in her chair. “Your men will keep their hands to themselves or find themselves with a few more holes in their body. They’ll all carry their weight, even the spoiled girl.”
“All agreeable terms,” Barbossa smiled at Charity. “You’ve grown up quiet quickly.”
“A lot has happened since you left for the Black pearl, Hector.” Charity looked away from Barbossa for the first time since laying eyes on him.
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Davy Jones growled at the man standing next to his heart.
“In fact I’m thinking of testing that,” Cutler Bucket said lazily looking at his watch. “I want you to kill your sea monster.”
“WHAT?!”
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Couples: Jack/Levvie, Christina /Norrington, Will/ with Alex or Kate. Christina and I think fighting for him would be entertaining. Charity is undecided at the moment.
And yes, I wrecked both Alex and Kate’s boats, I’m evil that way.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jun 10, 2007 8:08:49 GMT -6
~*~*~*~ "I also need to head to Davey Jones' Locker."
Charity's jaw muscles twitched. "What for, Hector? Lost something?"
"Aye. Captain Jack Sparrow." ~*~*~*~ Christina watched the way Will and Elizabeth danced around each other. Living in Port Royal, she knew how much the two liked each other. Hell, the Govenor himself, along with his daughter, had been by to fashion a wedding dress for her. It was weird now to see them not together as a couple.
She glanced down at her wrist, which bore a simple sterling silver bracelet. There was a single charm that dangled from the chain. It was a small locket that held pictures of her parents when they were alive. ~*~*~*~*~ Patrick yanked once more at this chains, but it was no use. They were bolted to the ship.
"Who goes there?" a low voice asked.
The man turned around and stared in recognition at the form of a man who looked like he became a part of the wall.
"Bootstrap?"
Bill Turner's eyes shot open. "You know my name?"
Patrick nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes. And you knew me at a time as well. Patrick Bernadict."
Turner's eyes widened and he took in the form of his once friend. The happiness faded. "He got to ye."
"Aye," whispered Patrick.
"How fares your wife?"
"She died. Years ago. We also had a child, but she was taken. Then someone found her and told me through a letter that she would take care of Christina."
"I'm sorry, mate. I didn't know that Briana died, or that you had a child."
The other man waved his hand. "It's alright." ~*~*~*~ "Goddamn it!"
Kate paced angrily amongst the sand, water dripping from her hat. Her crew members watched her warily. The girl that had joined their ship a few moments ago crossed her arms.
"Meanwhile you are cursing the bloody beast, we have no ship, no provisions, no nothing."
"Not even rum," mumbled one of the men. Kate glared at him and his jaw slammed shut with an audible click.
"What else should we do, eh?" The captain got in the other girl's face. "We can't do nothing else when we have no ship!"
Alexandra stared the other girl down. ~*~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Jun 11, 2007 13:32:00 GMT -6
Alexandra sighed and sat on the beach looking out over the water, jailhouse laying next to her. She pulled a small silver flute from her boot and poured the water out of it. she put it up to her lips and played the song she was singing before she left. the flute had been her mother's and it always calmed her and cleared her mind when she played it. Kate and her crew were attempting to light a signal fire. she paused playing and heard a soft whistling coming from her pocket. she pulled out a small silver piece from her pocket and held it to her ear hearing the tone, a meeting was called which meant either a: she head back to the cove, b: some how get to Turner and Swan to help get her brother.
~*~ small but something
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jun 11, 2007 21:15:38 GMT -6
How does she know Will and Elizabeth? ~*~ "Jack Sparrow?" Charity asked raising a bottle of rum to her lips. "Aye," Barbossa nodded. "We need him, he's a pirate lord." "I'm well aware of that Hector," Charity said setting down the bottle. "And you have a probblem with him?" Barbossa asked squinting his eyes slightly. "I wasn't aware you'd met." "We haven't. But he is the reason you left, isn't he?" For the first time Barbossa saw a flicker of the little girl he'd known before. "Aye," Barbossa nodded. "It's for the cause then I have no chioce, do I?" Charity got up from her chair causing Jack the monkey to scurry across the table back to Barbossa. ~*~ Elizabeth looked over the railing of the ship and looked out at the shimmering blue water below her. There was a sudden urge to jump over the railing and let her self sink to the bottom of the sea. She had killed Jack Sparrow, the man who had saved her and Will. There was a cold chill that ran down her spin. What kind of person was she to do that to a friend? "How long are we going to keep not talking?" Will asked leaning next to her. She felt her stomach flip and hated her self for it. Will was so innecent, he believed her to be the prime and propper girl she had been as a child but she wasn't like that anymore, taking another man's life changes a person. "Once we save Jack it'll all be alright, "Elizabeth muttered. "...It's about Jack?" Will's voice held a whimper and Elizabeth silently cursed her self for causing him pain. "It's not what you think Will," Elizabeth whispered. "Then what is it?" His eyes looked at her like she was perfect and he was the probblem, damn him. "I killed him will. I chained him to the black pearl and left him to die, alright?" Elizabeth said harshly. "...E;lizabeth." "Stop looking at me like that!" Elizabeth yelled loudly as she ran off of the deck and down to the lower part of the ship to cry. "Best to let her go, mate." Levvie said putting a hand on his shoulders. "But she-" "Smoke!" Screamed Rachael from the crows nest. ~*~ Kate was glad some of her crew had survived even if it was only a handfull. At least the worked quickly to get themselves off this bloody island. Unlike that lay about girl they'd picked up! "Going to help out a t all, girl?!" Kate growled at her. The girl ignored her continueing to play her stupid flute. "To hell with this," Kate pulled a pistol out and shut up into the air making the girl jump. "What?!" The girl demaned. "I saved your good for nothing hide now get to work!" Kate said striding over to the girl and putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not on your crew," The girl said standing up crossing her arms. "You owe me!" Kate growled. "Bollocks." The girl growled back. "A ship! A ship!" One of the crew members screamed. ~*~ James Norrington stood before Cutler Bucket in his privet office alone with none of the other lackies about. Norrington felt uneasy being so close to such a cold hearted man. "You asked for me sir?" James asked. "Yes, Admiral, I did." Cutler Bucket puored himself a glass of wine. "I heard you intercepted the theif who stole the jail keys and let her escape." "Yes sir, but there were circumstances." James said standing straighter. "And they were?" Bucket asked without looking at James. "They had Miss Bernadict hostige." James said. "Ah, yes. The little sewer you seem to have your eye on," Bucket chuckled softly. "...Yes, sir," James Norrington flushed slightly. "Well, Admiral, you are going to have to get over those feelings. You'll be with the flying dutchmen on their search for them,"Bucket sipped the wine and smirked at James. "Why do you need me aboard the ship, sir?" James asked. "Because Jones is nothing more then a blunt tool with no understanding for skill." ~*~
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Jun 12, 2007 11:01:06 GMT -6
from letter's jack sent home ~*~
Will looked off the side of the ship to see the people on the island jumping up and down waving their arms like mad men. One he saw, he had to shake his head, he thought he had just seen a ghost. But it couldn't be, the color on the sash was all wrong.
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Alexandra smiled placing the flute back into her boot. she'd know that big old hat any where. it was Barbosa. 3 small dingys sailed closer to the island as the ship kaid anchor a little further out. Barbosa was being smart so he wouldn't loose his ship. The only person she didn't recognize was one of the men in the dingy with Barbosa, she asumed it was Turner. he wasn't half bad looking she had to admit.
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Barbosa looked at the scragglers that were sitting on the island when they came ashore. He like Will had thought he had seen a ghost when he saw Miss Sparow.
"Miss Sparow it's good to see you love." he said to her.
"you as well barbosa, please call me Alexandra." she said extending her hand.
As the 2 shook hands monkey Jack climbed from his sholder to hers and nuzzled her neck.
"It's good to see you too Jack."
Will stepped foreward next to barbosa to get a better look at her and put his mind back in order, "Why did he call you Miss Sparow?"
"Ah it seems Jack never mentioned me." she said with a knowing grin, "Because mr turner i am jack's sister."
"He never mentioned he had a sibling and how the bloody hell do you know my name?"
"He wouldn't, you see we compete against one another, that and i pick on him quite a bit so it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't mention me. And i know your name from a letter Jack sent home."
"Now my dear now that you met William, what happened to your ship?"
"My ship is back at the cove, it was 2 other ships that were taken down by the Kraken(no clue if i spelt it right). And i was hoping to find you all so i could help to retreave my brother."
"Fine by my self but what are we to do about the others." he asked jestering to Kate and her Men.
"The annoyances? well the blonde has a bit of a mouth on her which can give you a headache but the men are fine. The call is up to you Barbosa."
"Mr Turner please bring Alexandra back on to the ship get her something to eat, while i deal with the rest of them."
~*~ brain fart, i gotta get everything ready for andrew's birthday party. someone want's to do the discussion with me and will feel free
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