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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Mar 9, 2005 14:28:16 GMT -5
Jack Sparrow looked out over the dark horizon, lightning striking, flashing against the sky. Rumbles of distant thunder. “One…Commodore, Two…Commodore, Three…” then there was a flash of lightning. The pirate scowled slightly the storm was three miles away and closing, and in the distance a blast of light. But it wasn’t lightning it was a cannon firing. He’d know that anywhere, just as he could recognize the sounds of the Black Pearl firing.
Of course, he wasn’t currently on the Black Pearl, instead he looked over the grand bow of his…dingy. He was getting closer to the larger ships, above he could barely see each was flying colors, Pirates. The waves crashed and churned and soon the small vessel was over come by a wave and he ended up in the water. Swimming his dirty hand felt the planks of the ship. Water roughly pushed him up against it with a water soaked groan, hand searched up until he found a rope. Using it to pull himself up, the pirate splashed back into the water. Spitting salty water his ratted and dreaded hair floated around him as charcoal lined eyes looked for another way, gripping onto another rope he gave it a mighty tug. It stayed and he smirked “Right rope..”<br> After managing the feat of climbing up the side of the ship his already soaked boot covered feet splashed down into more water. Throwing his hands up he cursed. “Why am I always bloody on a sinking ship!” the vessel next to it looked as if it had faired better and he scurried to get aboard, while he caught glimpses of female pirates laughing and mocking a man being led away. After a while of hiding and waiting he saw who it’d been, William Turner, he hadn’t seen him since their last adventure and of course he meant to pay visit when Liz died, only scrambling for his life kept him from doing so.
Jack started to move as the fog rolled in, and in a almost drunkly stagger he made his way over the deck. Something wasn’t right and turning Jack used his instincts, blade came unsheathed and blocked an on coming attack. Whether it was one of the girls or someone else he wasn’t sure, and blindly they fought. With a thrust his sword struck a mark and there was a thud against the deck, the fog was lifting. Crouching away he slipped behind some barrels as who he assumed the captain was came out. A woman too…awful lot of bad luck on this ship with such a load of lasses, at least Gibbs would say so, right now Jack thought the same.
As the woman left to tend to matters of her crew and members of it that lie on the floor he snuck into the quarters. Barricading the doors behind him. Speak or think of the Devil, and the Devil comes to you. With a bob of his head and a mutter to himself the water logged pirate sauntered into the open area a pleasant smell off food coming to him. There was William looking rather ridiculous in the large billowy shirt. “Tha’ don’ really fit you, mate. Les o’course it not bein’ on your own accord you’ve procured suchs an item. Me surely ‘ope ya ‘aven’t been wastin your time pillaging the wardrobe, savvy?” His drawl came forward along with his sometimes in cohesive babble as he staggered to the table seating himself heartily in the captians former chair while water sopped boots plopped up against the corner ankles cross. Of course he helped himself to some grub. “Wit all me lil' black’eart Will, it’s good t’see ya.”<br>
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Post by Porthos du Valon on Mar 30, 2005 0:19:56 GMT -5
Porthos careened through the torch lit streets, a nearly empty jug of rum clutched in one beefy hand. He was well past intoxicated and he didn’t care. The French had a price on his head- a pretty hefty one from what he heard last- and he didn’t care. He had a buxom woman on each arm, one blonde and one brunette. That, he cared about. He was going to have one hell of a good time when they got back to the room he had rented at the San Angel Inn.
Ever since he had abandoned the Musketeers to take up the lifestyle of his very distant youth, he had been drinking, carousing and making a general nuisance out of himself. His robust figure was deceiving, as he was very light on his feet and even quicker with a sword. Two of the king’s agents had found out the hard way when he had shredded their clothes in a room full of drunken pirates. They had been sent back to Paris, tarred and feathered. It had been almost four years and the king still hadn’t gotten over a little lost gold and the shattered virtue of his queen to be. Porthos had taken her on a ride, in the coach, on top of the coach, in the shade, on the ground, in the forest, on the banks of rivers…the list went on and on until one day he grew bored with her and left her sleeping in an inn somewhere in the south of France. He had hitched a ride on a pirate ship in need of an extra hand and ended up in the Caribbean.
The existence of a wandering party animal fit him well and he found occasional work on various ships going in and out of the different ports. Almost all of them had been legitimate cargo ships, one or two a pirate ship. He longed to get back aboard a pirate ship and come hell or high water, he would.
One of the woman, the one on his right, pressed her ample bosom into his arm and touched the handle of the saber tucked into the sash tied around his waist. “Where’d you get this hunk of metal?”<br> Smiling drunkenly, Porthos patted her rear end. “That, my dear lady, was given to me by the queen of America.”<br> The other woman traced a scar on his cheek. “Did she give you that, too, baby?”<br> Porthos winced and shook his head. “No, a man who didn’t feel like sharing his wife with me gave me that. But let’s not talk about that, shall we? How about more rum?”<br> Flipping a silver piece to a corner merchant, he picked up two more jugs of the brew and headed to his room at the inn. As he was about to enter the inn, he felt an icy breeze whip past him from the ocean, carrying with it a faint, unearthly wail. It had the people on the street pausing, fear widening their eyes and paling their faces. The sound meant one thing- death was on the water tonight and many would be dead by morning. Bowing his head, Porthos crossed himself as best he could while holding his rum. “May god have mercy on ye wretched souls,” he said softly. "Because she won't." #nosmileys
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Post by The Black Banshee on Mar 30, 2005 0:47:34 GMT -5
Rhiannon O’Reilly sat at the head of the great table in her quarters, an untouched bottle of whiskey sitting at her elbow. She stared into the candle light, her dark eyes glittering. Her black hair hung loose about her shoulders, shifting lightly in the breeze that had snuck through a crack in the window. Her schooner, the Imminent Death, bounced on the waves as it cut through them, carrying them swiftly through the night. It was late, the creaking of wood above her the only sign her crew was still at work. Closing her eyes, Rhiannon thought of home- the lush land of the farm where she had grown up, the clean smell of the country air and the soft lowing of cows behind the house. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find her cheeks wet with tears. Wiping them away, Rhiannon was amazed she could still cry after all these years. It had been ten years since fate had sent the group of pirates up the hill to her family’s farm.
Pain and fear haunted her as she thought of that night, the house aglow with the light of torches as the pirates pillaged it and the farm. They took what they wanted and killed everything else, including her family. The pirates dragged her away and two days later she was dead as well. It had been a cruel twist that she had come back into being, as the Black Banshee. The moniker had come from pirates that spoke in whispers of her in the taverns and inns. She had heard the talk in the port towns when she had dared to walk among the living.
They said she captained a crew of the damned, which she did. They also said she searched the waves for the very pirates that had murdered her and her family, returning to her grave only when she had her vengeance. That part was not true, as she had already put the murderous band of pirates in a watery grave some time ago. She had become a wraith, a vengeful spirit. It was not a choice she would have made, but one fate had put upon her. Rhiannon had no choice but to serve her purpose.
Dawn was beginning to lighten the skies when Smith knocked at her door. “Cap’in, we have the Hellish Dream in our sights. Shall we proceed?”<br> Rhiannon nodded and rose from her chair. She straightened her black silk blouse and slid her pistol and cutlass into their rightful places at her hips. Following Smith out onto the deck, she saw that they were surrounded by a dense, cloying fog, one that always preceded their attacks.
“Men, at the ready!” she commanded, stepping up to the bridge. Rhiannon watched as her crew readied their boarding implements, checking pistols and swords. Even though most of them had been dead for at least ten years, they all still clung to the physical weapons when they did their raiding. A wind began to blow, lifting her black hair and she threw her head back, closing her eyes.
Opening her mouth, she let loose with a heart breaking wail of pain and anguish, the very thing that had earned her the nickname ‘Black Banshee’. She knew the neighboring ports would hear her, her voice carried on the wind. The pirates in those ports would come out when day had fully dawned to salvage what was left of the Hellish Dream and properly mourn her crew. #nosmileys
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Post by Narcissa the Bloody on Mar 30, 2005 10:22:42 GMT -5
~~~What Brought Narcissa the Bloody Here~~~~ Long ago she had made a deal with Redd to stay at port, a reason behind it that only she knew. However reluctantly, Redd had agreed to let her prison-keeper and first mate go to shore. Redd had left her with simple rules: “Don’t fall in love.” However, with Narcissa… that would be a hard task to fail.
‘Cissa, as most in the crew of the Mercy’s Peril knew her as… had first came to know her as a blood-savaged pirate who only cared about… alright cared about nothing. Her up-bringing preceding her, her attitude matching all they had heard. Narcissa the Bloody was aboard the Mercy’s Peril and amongst the ranks. Most knew of her past- of Thomas the Heartless as her closest thing to a father, and her own sister getting taken down with a ship causing her own blood to run cold.
Her sister had meant the world to her, young Talyn… Aye her sister was named as such for she clawed her way out of the womb as Talyn’s father, Thomas Onyx, had said. Talyn and Cissa were not blood sisters, but they were in every other way, as one meant just as much to the other. Captain Michael Jones Volod was Narcissa’s father, the captain to Thomas Onyx…
However the death of Captain Volod had left his best friend with the burden of two females… his own and his best friends. However, Thomas the Heartless was named for just that, and since Volod’s death… hell reigned as he raised the two girls alone. Since his wife’s death, he had died inside, and raised his two daughters to be the same. However, before his own daughter’s death, the seas had claimed Thomas…<br> ‘Cissa and Talyn were two years apart, Cissa the elder. However, on Cissa’s 14th birthday… the ship was attacked and Talyn went down with the ship, screaming all the way. Eyes of a youthful childhood went dark that night, as she saw the ship she knew as home, consumed by males… and a young friend die at the hands of the pirates.
Now, however, ten full years later, she finds news of a woman going by the Silent Stone upon the shores. The nickname had caused a shiver among the hard woman. Her face actually cooled and her eyes welled with tears. “Me sister…” had been all she said as she moved to her cabin, packing her things to ready herself for landing upon the shores.
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” Dia ar sabhail!” The Gaelic words spilling from her mouth… Eyes were blind to the world, all she saw was fire upon the decks of her ship… she wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Tiny feet took off in search for her, looking for the only one that she had left… she had to find Talyn! Her mind was racing, her body heaving with the inhale of the smoke. Most had abandoned ship, but she still stayed. She had to find Talyn!
Her body heaved with one more inhale of the black smoke before she fell. Body fell… Narcissa collapsed in a heap outside of the cabin. She woke to find herself in the arms of some man, someone she did not know… being pulled from the ship. “No! Talyn!!!” was all she would scream at that moment before hitting the water.
“TALYN!!!” Her form woke with the scream, her normally silent and stoic behavior claimed by emotions. Her form shivering from the night-sweat and cold breeze mixed. Her bed had soaked overnight with her sweat and nightmares. Narcissa could only shiver in the darkness…
However, the night would not end with just her scream… The seas howled with the Banshee’s yell… and her head shook gently. “Dia agam trócaire ar mo anam…” And hopefully God would have mercy on her soul, though as far as he’s gone, he hadn’t been too easy on the poor girl.
Moving quickly, Narcissa showered and redressed her once sweat-soaked body. Black shirt billowed in the wind as she moved through the streets, black leather trousers tight against her form, as her black boots pressed in the muddy streets. Though she had not dressed like a female since that night, her form was all but a male.
However, the hard expression left on her face on a constant day, left her much to be desired as she walked through the rough streets. Never one not armed, she moved slowly as not to loose her true father’s family sword as well as her adoptive father’s on the opposite side. She walked as she fastened them, no longer able to stay within the walls in the damned room she rented.
Men stared at the woman who moved quickly down the streets, heavily armed and expressionless. Bandanna covering her short hair, she pulled the black ties tighter along her hair, then allowed their full length to fall against her shoulders.
Dark eyes caught a man staring, and she stopped. Narcissa was still known to most of the world as Narcissa the Bloody-however, it hadn’t dawned on her that she would be recognized. “Oye… what are ye starin’ at ye sea’dawg… ‘ah’ll sooner cut yer tongue out than ye ta talk it seems…” Narcissa moved closer to the man as he moved back.
“Aye… nothin Miss Bloody… I mean no ‘arm… really…” stuttering he shifted and ran back, not wanting to deal with the woman before him.
Taking in a breath, for a short moment she thought to follow him and question on how he knew of her… but that meant nothing to the woman. For now a pint was all she needed to clear her head before searching for her sister once more.
Moving through the crowded streets, dead eyes would scan the world around her before she would find the perfect pub for her liking. Booted feet moved as she entered the pub, quickly finding herself at the counter. “A pint…” was all she said before the tender moved over and poured a pint of ale for the woman before him.
“An what brings ya here lass?” He asked thoughtfully, a smile on his lips.
Glancing up, the familiar voice caught her attention, only to see it was the old cook from her father’s ship. “Oy! If it isn’t Daniel the Cook…” though she sounded happy, in a slight way, nothing from her past could make her smile. “Just the pint Daniel…” then she thought for a moment, “oy Daniel.. ‘ave ye ‘eard of a woman goin’ ‘round as… da Silent Stone?” A slender brow arched as she watched the elder man.
Daniel leaned against the counter and thought. “Ya know, I wouldn’t know much… family an all… but that man…” he pointed to the portly man surrounded by women in his drunken state, “would know much more. His name’s Porthos, he’s quite tha.…” Daniel didn’t have time to finish before Narcissa took the last of her ale and moved to speak to this Porthos.
Moving seductively as she always had, her arms crossed as she walked to this pirate known as Porthos. “Pardon…” she asked softly, awaiting the man to turn…. Though her eyes spotted both women on his sides and silently told them to bugger off.
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The Silent Stone
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I don' like ta talk much, fer yer information...
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Post by The Silent Stone on Mar 30, 2005 18:11:11 GMT -5
A form slowly entered the room she had called home for the past few weeks… eyes slowly closing as she felt the summers past slowly fall upon her eyelids. Sleep had been deprived for days… and she would be the first to take the sudden silence. This twenty two year old was a simple bar-maid… at least she had been for the past week since her father had told her to lay low for a while.
It was strange to her, every time she saw her pirate father, she saw no resemblance between the two… none. After all, he seemed of Latin decent, and she a more fairer French… hell from as far as she knew, she could speak all forms of languages, but Latin was her worst. It was an odd affair seeing the two down the street. Although…. Always being told she looked like her mother, Sye sat in front of the mirror and combed her unruly hair. Still ,she could not see it, nor could she remember anything from before she was twelve.
A sigh escaped the piratess before she slumped into her chair. However, something sharp stuck through the wood, slicing her nice blouse in which she wore for work daily. Turning slowly her hand felt the hilt of the blade and the paper it was attached to. A brow rose before pulling both out, brown orbs scanning what was obviously her father’s writing.
My Dear, There is a woman you must rid yourself of… she will seem to know and accuse you of being another person. This is false, she is your Aunt’s daughter, as you Aunt still wants to take you from me. Her name is Narcissa… you will know her from the blackness in her eyes… Your safety is in danger with her living. Be sure to kill without remorse… and remember my Silent one… listen to nothing she says. ~Captain Rivera~
A brow rose at the tale in the letter… a woman was after –her-? That was ridiculous… and who else would she be? A sigh escaped as well, noting the ever-missing title of Daughter and Father within the writings of her father.
Taking a breath, her eyes longed for the bed before her, but she knew better… knew she must follow her father. Lifting herself slowly, she slipped into a new blouse and began to sheath daggers. In port, Sye looked as if she were a normal floozy, but no, those who had encountered her and her pirate family knew she was the Silent Stone-never moving nor talking… always doing her job without word. Her nickname… that was the only thing she remembered from her past… nothing, no-one, else.
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Jolly Gin
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Sixteen Men and some Jolly Gin, One come out where Ten went in.
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Post by Jolly Gin on Mar 31, 2005 12:16:56 GMT -5
Gin could feel her rather usual jovial self becoming less and less jovial indeed. Most of her sisters were injured or worse Dead. With Narcissa gone on her own adventure for a bit, it left Gin with the honour of being called upon should something happen or need to be done rather quick. She kneeled beside the woman beneath her who gasps and almost cried for releif. Such a saddening sight to herself. "Dun worry..we'll 'ave ya fixed up in a no time." How the hell was this happening? The Mercy's Peril was the best damned ship on the sea in Gins eyes yet her crew lay dead and silent. She should have been here, should have fought her way to the top. But there was no time for should bes.
Her eyes focused on the Captain in the crow's nest, her hands slowly soaking in the blood that she was caught in. Redd had turned her attentions to her and focused. " Go make sure the prisoners be alright Gin!" she heard the wavering yell of her Captain and nodded slowly. " Aye" They had prisoner's? How interesting a thought, she wondered who had the misfortune of running in this lot. Maybe she would be lucky and it was part of the Navy. Or maybe it was even better, some rich aristocrats just dieing to have a little fun stuffed into them. Whatever the case may be, whether it was gold or not that caused them to be caught, Gin was to do her job. As she moved she heard the last words of her Captain for the time being. " The Captain's in me quaters" " You feisty little gi'l! 'aving a shanky good time without me!" she was smirking when she tried to joke and Redd didn't seem in a joking mood." Be off Gin!"
Gin moved to the Captain's quaters first, but something was amiss. The door wouldn't budge. Gin at first thought nothing of it, thinking that she just locked it up to keep the Prisoner in there. So she turned to enter the lower decks. When she moved she hoped a bit and swayed as if dancing while she sang to a soft tune. " Oh I sail the seven sea's, at the Mercy Peril's lead, with me sisters by me side, we catch em in due time. And we cut them down, yo ho ho, One two three, Yo ho ho. Amazon's of the Seven Sea's, In Davey's Locker you soon will be!" with her efforts in that trying to temporarily try to keep her mind off what was going on up top, she heard the rough voice of one of the prisoners. " Come to gut us in, you 'eartless wench." that caused Gin to stop in her step and snap towards the caged prisoners. They looked perfectly fine, nothing wrong here and she smiled sweetly to the man. " I prefer de term lady of da night." "What's going on up dere?" another one asked almost curious. " We heard the banging and the rockings.." " Oh well, ya see many of da ships crew be laying dead and bleeding on de deck, somet'ing come right out of da fog and well, dey are coming dis way. We canna't stop dem." " Let us out! we can help!" "Nah I dun be thinking so." and she turned and left them behind. Behind to their little contentness and false knowledge.
Skipping up a hidden stairway that lead oddly enough to the ceiling, she pressed in a certain peice of wood and the plank above slid open. Slid open to expose her to the Captain's Quaters. There her form slipped up without even a thought and the wood slid back to shut. " 'ow I do love thee ship..Love thee and me brilliants." she was gloating to herself of course and finally lifted her head to find not one tied up prisoner but two. Well one tied and one helping himself to a meal. The shock on all three faces came to no surprize, her's probably most of all. Her hand slowly moved to the hilt of her sword. " I'm going to be guessing dat yer doing just fine in 'ere."
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Westley
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I might be bluffing. <br>It's possible.. pig
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Post by Westley on Apr 5, 2005 23:52:42 GMT -5
Deep within the bowels of the Mercy’s Peril the former crew of the Revenge was seething. These strong men held hushed conversation, passed back and forth the few things that they had managed to hide from Redd’s crewmen’s probing hands. Their grunting and tenor of discontent was dampened by one man… his first mate. “Look, I’m not saying that I’m happy with the situation, but we are in a bind we cannot just wish ourselves out of…” his voice cut though the menagerie of discontented complaints with its high cultured language and inflection. “This is our lot for the time being so unless you want to add to the already searing headache I’m sporting I suggest you all just sit tight and let Captain Turner try his best to bargan for our freedom.” The crew didn’t take too kindly to Westley’s advice, but the general consensus was that he was right. That was what made him First Mate, his ability to think logically in a tense situation. This level headedness was something that he often used when he was Captain of the Revenge in his time. Westley leaned his back against the bars and allowed his eyes to sink closed. After a good deal of time he was snoring lightly.
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William Turner
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"...Oh so that the reason for all the..." ~lifts eyebrow and hands, swaying and immitating Jack~
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Post by William Turner on Apr 6, 2005 0:00:07 GMT -5
The jingle of keys was enough to rouse the crew into alerted agitation. At first they thought it was their jailers back to clean up the plates of half eaten food, or to further their torment with jibs and jives. “Captain Turner! What’s going on?” the chef was asking with his thick unintelligible voice. “There’s been a change of priorities.” Captain Turner kicked the sleeping blonde man with the tip of his bucket boot. “If you’re still a bit tired I can let you get back to your nap…” he said with a grin. Westley’s eye peeked open with a glint of sea-blue. His head spun as he turned to stand with a groan. “Well look here… Captain’s got himself a fancy new set of duds…” he grinned shaking hands with the man at the forearm. The door was at once unlocked and the crew spilled out and up the stairs with Will and Wes in the lead. The motley group waited as Turner and Roberts approached Redd. “Captain, this is my First Mate Mr. Roberts. I trust you should inspect the crew if we are to be helping you bury and avenge yours.”<br> Once the crew was topside William’s eyes widened in utter shock and surprise. “Jack?”<br>His voice was filled with incredulous shock. What in God’s name was Sparrow doing on board? He looked down upon himself and then back up to Sparrow, a smirk working over his lips despite the situation. It was the same face he’d made the last time Jack and he had seen one another. He remembered the scene with startling clarity. That was one of his fonder memories of the old sea rag. “What in the blazes are you doing here?”
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Post by Joslynn 'Buttercup' Daniels on Apr 6, 2005 1:56:02 GMT -5
Her life had drastically changed, when she'd heard her loves ship had been taken by the Revenge. The Dread Pirate Roberts was known for never taking prisoners. And it pained her to believe her love dead, the farm boy she ordered around who always said, 'as you wish' which to at least them, meant 'I love you'. The prince was no catch, he'd taken her. When the night came that she was kidnapped she found it as her escape. Letting all who knew her to believe her dead, before even marrying. Luckily for her the kidnappers agreed only because it helped their cause as well.
It had been five years now since that night. No longer was she called Buttercup, she'd been given a new name by a whore who'd taken her in as a sister. They'd be come quite close on Tortuga even when a ship and a crew of all women came to port. Both took on with the Mercy's Peril. Roxie after only two years went back to the Pirate Island, and Joslynn Daniels as she was known, stayed. There was something about the sea that in ways calmed her, and the promise she made to herself. There wasn't little known about other pirates, but each ship had names and she always looked for the Revenge.
She'd gotten good at the way of the sword, though it wasn't her strongest, she could at least best herself against a large man. Keep herself alive with the blades protection. When they attack came she was right there with them the clink of metal on metal, yells and shouts. When it was all said and done the men of the ship were taken as prisoners, she hadn't paid attention. It wasn't until she watched the ship sinking she caught the inscription on the back. “Revenge” While the other girls shouted and cheered that and the spectacle of Redd taking one of the men. She moved around the deck. “Wha's ta matter Jo…looks like ye seen a ghost. Ain't like wes never taken a ship 'fore.”
As the fog started to roll in she didn't even answer her crew mate she was more interested in seeing what could be found down below. Unless Roberts was a captain to go down with his vessel, of which she doubted, he might be somewhere below. Now she would have her own vengeance. Stop the heartache she felt thinking about her love. And move on. Even though the girls joked with her about being a spinster, never taking a fancy into any of the men that were ever around. As the fog lifted nearly every woman on the crew were either lying upon the deck seriously wounded, dying or already dead. Had she not been moving down to the hold she would have been one of them. Only few survived.
However her priorities changed as she rushed back up onto the deck helping those she could. Giving graces to those who it was already too late. It didn't last long as the former prisoners were now clamoring up to the deck and she rose as she saw him. The man in a black mask. That had to be Roberts. She moved across the deck before they reached the Captain pulling the man back away from the other. Lips pursed as she raised a blade to the hollow of his throat a look of hurt hidden under the anger of her blue eyes, words were spoken with venom. “I know who you are. You're the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it! You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Apr 6, 2005 5:26:18 GMT -5
Jack wasn't always keen on the goings on about him, but he was a clever man. After all he was Jack Sparrow. Not just, Jack Sparrow...but Captain Jack Sparrow. A title he held very close. At the moment he was enjoying himself and the meal before him, after all waste not. And the dirty Pirate didn't intend to waste, however the fates seemed to have a different idea for him, they always did.
Tipping his head he glanced to where he'd heard a sound to watch a woman's head poking up through the floor boards, brows arched to ratted hair. "Ye don see tha' e're day...ya know love, ain't wise ta be sneakin' round." he shifted his weight before taking a peice of crusted bread, chewing his bit before babbling once again, bread in his mouth. "See I could take ye by me onesies, but there be twosies o' us gaints ye. All together we make threesies." Jack laughed as if he'd said something rather funny.
Boots still held a soggyness to them as he stood, unwashed hand fiddling with the hilt of his sword while the other the crust of bread. "See William an me go back a ways. He'd be by me side fightin...wouldn't ye Will..." he turned to see the young lad moving out with a set of keys, and gained a quizacal look about him "Will?" but the lad was already gone to free his crew no doubt "Good lad..." Jack liked Will, just as he'd liked his father Bootstrap Bill. Good men and good pirates, pivioting on a heel he turned around "Well..."
"Seemes a bit of curse 'bout the deck, aye? An I know somethin' bout curses. Course could be yer bad luck...not but women." he tisked some as he finshed the bread then sauntered backwards towards the door he'd entered from "Lovely chatting..." and with that he ducked out of the room turning quickly to find himself face to face with William once again and the lady Captain. Hands went up as he gave an elborated version of a sigh. "Jus' wonderin' 'ow many sinkin' ships me lil onsies can be on in a night. Two s'far." he gave a toothy grin in that Jack Sparrow fashion towards William, before khol lined eyes looked over the deck. "Nasty bit o weather, aye."
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Post by Elizabeth Swann on Apr 6, 2005 23:29:03 GMT -5
Elizabeth woke slowly, not realizing the swaying beneath her was a ship. Pushing herself up on an elbow, she saw she was indeed on a ship, men in dirty, tattered clothing rushing around. A strong wind blew her hair back from her face and she caught a whiff of smoke. Panic surged through her and she bolted to her feet, seeing a ship in flames not too far off the starboard bow. A tattered Jolly Roger fluttered above the flames that had engulfed the main mast and as Elizabeth watched, it snapped and fell into the flaming hull.
“You’re aboard the Imminent Death,” a soft, feminine voice said at her ear. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder and saw a tall, slim woman behind her, clad head to toe in black. The woman nodded toward the flaming wreck. “That was the Hellish Dream.”
“Did you do that?”
The woman nodded, pushing her long, black hair back from her face. “Aye. My crew and I.” She extended a slender, ring studded hand toward Elizabeth. “My name is Rhiannon O’Reilly. I’m the captain of this ship.”
Elizabeth shook her hand and was surprised at the firmness in the woman’s grip. “Elizabeth Swann. How did I get here?”
Rhiannon turned and began to walk back to her cabin. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Elizabeth a sad look. “Come with me, lass. We have plenty of talkin’ to do.”
Elizabeth watched the other woman go, feeling confused and disoriented. How had she ended up on the deck of a pirate ship? She didn’t remember much, just an intense pain in her abdomen, a horrible cramping that had made her scream. Pressing a hand to her stomach, she frowned. What the hell had happened to her?
“You best be keepin’ up with the cap’in, miss,” a new voice said behind her. She turned to see a tall, burly man. His sunburned face was weathered and creased, particularly around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He was somber as he pointed in the direction Rhiannon had gone. “She’ll answer all your questions, just as she answered all of ours.”
Elizabeth stayed where she was for a long moment before following in the captain’s footsteps, her confusion turning into fear and dread as she walked.
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Post by Porthos du Valon on Apr 6, 2005 23:44:59 GMT -5
Porthos eyed the woman who swaggered up to him. She walked like she had a set of balls and he did admire that quality in a woman. Plus, she had a few more ‘qualities’ that were quite admirable. The sour look on her face and the attitude she wore plainly on her sleeve were perfect indicators of who she was- Narcissa the Bloody, daughter of Thomas the Heartless. Her reputation was legendary and though he hated to admit it, he had seen her in action and thought her to be an excellent fighter.
Grinning stupidly, a good amount of rum in his blood stream, Porthos nuzzled the neck of the woman on his right, his mustache tickling her and making her giggle. He did the same to the woman on his left and lightly nibbled the sensitive flesh just below her ear. Oh, he was going to have a fantastic evening, if only Narcissa the Bloody would buzz off and let him be.
Pulling away slowly from the woman on his left, he gave her a bleary-eyed once-over and raised an eyebrow. “And what do you want, dear lady? Can’t you see I’m busy?”<br> “I need information and unfortunately, you seem to be the drunken ass who can give it to me.”<br> Porthos smiled crookedly and staggered back a step, using the women as support. “I wish I could, dear one, but as you can see, I’m plainly just too busy. Come back and find me some other time. Maybe I’ll make some room on my dance card just for you, little one. Now run along and find someone else to play with."
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Jolly Gin
Threat
Sixteen Men and some Jolly Gin, One come out where Ten went in.
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Post by Jolly Gin on Apr 7, 2005 9:54:14 GMT -5
Gin had her keen pale eyes on what was happening. Somehow the little theif Captian stole some keys and was leaving the compartment. Damn it be that he should stay in here where it is safe and sound and no danger is awaiting him. And damn if he ruins any plans of Redd.." Eh thar! Deck might no be so..saf.." she didn't even get to finish her words before he was out the door. Well, Redd would spot him in due time and cut him down or whatever she wished. Afterall there was no where to go from this ship but into the sea itself, which right now was rather rough and tumbling.
Her attentions soon turned towards the other man who just seemed to be eating and indulging himself on the Captain's fine delicates. " Wise if I be the one who made the areas to be sneaking around." she retorted. She would be damned if some man was going to tell her she couldn't be sneaking around in their little holes!..They were lovely holes, that gave chance should the Captain ever find herself in a bind, to escape below. And she loved her holes, made traveling much quicker.
Her hand still danced gently at the hilt of her sword while she watched this man with care. When he laughed at what she guessed was some inside joke, her brow raised and head tilted a bit. " Two against me..sounds like ev'n odds to meh . I 'ave 'andled bigger and much worse. And seems it be just da twosies again." she smiled gently, as her other hands fingers danced at her wrists and finally with a quick motion her arm extended and a very small blade slid from beneath the cuff of her shirt. " HA!" she said rather loudly but well ha'ing was not the best for what happened. As it flew from its holding apperatice at her forearm, it broke free of its binding and cut through the air towards the table where the man sat. But it never hit him, Oh by far from it, instead it dug itself deep into a melon, and with a sudden puff of smoke the melon exploded everywhere. Splattering the walls but most amusingly the two that still stood in the room. A look of sudden freezing came over Gin, a look as if to say what the heck was that. " N'ver saw dat coming." her words escaped her lips, and instead of threatening the man like she had planned, she just ended up making a mess of the both of them. Wiping her face she shrugged.
With the look he gave, she couldn't help but smile her known beam before shaking her head. " And I be more of a man than any man 'ere, or somet'ing" she huffed and stormed off towards the deck and out of the room. She didn't have time to play here, and considering he was moving that way she needed to warn Redd that the prisoners as she refered to them at first had left. When she exited the room she was shocked when she glanced up towards the Captain and there was the other man and his men. " Sure we can trust 'em Redd?"
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Post by Narcissa the Bloody on Apr 7, 2005 12:54:51 GMT -5
Her neck cracked loudly, her eyes narrowed onto this Porthos. He was one male chauvinistic pig… but she would take care of that. She was a woman after all… and although she was normally against it… her form swayed closer towards the male infront of her, strong arming the other women away from the pirate before her.
“No… I think we should talk… now… and privately…” her form leaned forward, an open shot to see her breasts which were plump as if melons. A seductive grin passed over her features as she looked down to the man which might just know information on the subject matter she would soon be bringing up.
A slender finger slid across his thick jaw-line… a grin upon her lips as she did so. “Porthos… let us join in my cabin up yonder upon the stairs, shall we?” As she leaned close, she stayed further than his thick arm length away, keeping her family’s swords well away from his pudgy grasp.
“Now… if you truly wish to be busy, you can follow me to my chamber Porthos… and find what most sailors wish to see, but never live long enough to.” A soft pink tongue exited her lips and caressed each tender arch before she licked the foam from her ale from her fingertips.
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Post by Dirk Bowen on Apr 13, 2005 20:02:09 GMT -5
He’d spent all of his life at sea, even born upon it in a rocky ship, waves pounding and crashing upon the deck until another ship came along it’s starboard side. Pirates. All aboard were killed ruthlessly. The first mate however took pity on the woman, longing for the touch and that the child had just been born. From that day forwards Dirk was raised a Pirate. Heber Bowen continued to raise the boy after his mother died some years later and left him with what fortune he owned at his own passing. Dirk was a man by then. Which made him all the more wanting to make his own name. and took with the ship the Revenge.
Quickly he moved up the ranks until the was the Pirate vessels Boatswain. On days where they just sat upon the blue sea sails up. He’d tie a rope about him and dive overboard checking on the ship. A strong fighter and strong willed. So when they came under attack Dirk fought strongly even as the ship started to sink and the crew were taken as captives. A crew of women, he snorted. As they were locked in the brig. “Aye, I’m sure des fine lasses be taken a fancy with us.” He chuckled adjusting himself for whatever long stay it was going to be. Which didn’t happen to be very long indeed.
As the jingle of keys was heard he looked up to see Turner waltzing down the stairs. A smirk grew over his lips. He and Will were closer in age than most of the crew, that he knew of. Possibly the first mate as well. The rest of the crew were warn and weathered sea dogs and oddly enough Bowen enjoyed their company. Moving with the rest of them he made his way on deck with a low whistle, blood. He doubted many were left from the former crew, which meant they could have easily taken the Mercy’s Peril over. William had another idea and offered their assistance. Brow rose as a blond pulled Robert’s away, dagger at his throat.
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