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 Jul 5, 2006 1:36:05 GMT -5
Salt and sweat marked heavy creases on Will’s face as he, Redd and Jack navigated the ship toward port. This was the second time Mr. Turner had come to see the Isle of Tortuga and still, the horseshoe shaped land mass was quite the marvel. It was as if the Gods themselves had forged this harbor with the sole purpose of defense. Due to the narrow channel from which only a single ship could enter or leave the crescent shaped island. Every outer edge was as impassable and jagged as the teeth of a wild beast, and once a ship passed through the pincher thin gap, it was prey to wide open waters and whatever attack the natives might have wished, with no hope of a hasty escape.
Once inside, the Galleon class ship made its way to the docks. The night sky was blistered with clouds, each crack of grey revealing the pinholes of the evening’s dark curtain. Firelight and oil fueled torches lit the streets, becoming the sailors like moth’s to a flame. It was as if those lights spoke aloud of the warmth’s of lodging, drink and carnal pleasures.
The former blacksmith walked to the ship’s starboard side, pausing before walking the gangplank to match glances with Captain Redd. “I’ll not pretend that I an happy that you sent my ship to the depths, or of the complex situation we find ourselves, but I do thank you for trusting my men to get you here safely. It’s not many in your position that would take a man’s word and not expect a knife to the back. I can assure you that given our joint unrest that I, nor any of my crew, have any desire other than that of a fair wage for his efforts, if we’re to be working together.” He turned to walk to the dock, looking back to add a final note. “I’m sorry I don’t make it a habit to square off against a woman. – Even if she is wielding a sword to my throat.”
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Post by Elizabeth Swann on Jul 7, 2006 13:57:48 GMT -5
Elizabeth woke from a fitful doze, staring at the gently swaying ceiling above her head. She could hear the gentle creaking of the hammocks as they swayed in time to the ship’s movement. They were sailing, having raised anchor at some time during the early evening when she had fallen asleep.
Swinging her feet to the floor, she pulled on her boots and headed above deck. There, she found Rhiannon at the wheel of the Imminent Death. “Good evening, Miss Swann.”
“Mrs. Turner,” Elizabeth corrected softly, gazing at the distant, fire-lit land mass.
“In this world, you are Miss Swann,” Rhiannon corrected, turning the wheel ever so slightly. Over head, the sails snapped full in the freshening breeze. “Make ready- we’ll be on land in an hour’s time.”
“Land? We’re stopping again?”
Rhiannon shook her head, her long, black hair trailing behind her in the wind. “We’re heading for Tortuga, to claim some souls. It’s time they pay their debts to me.”
Expecting to feel horrified at the prospect, Elizabeth instead felt a thrill of excitement tear through her. She suddenly thought of Will, the scent of sweat mingled with leather and ash tickling her nose. In her mind’s eye, she could see his face as it creased in a smile and the gentle sound of his laugh. Taking a deep breath to quell a sense of longing, Elizabeth blinked back tears, wondering why the memory had surfaced. It was impossible they’d ever be together again, as she was now sailing with the dead.
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Post by The Black Banshee on Jul 7, 2006 14:13:10 GMT -5
“Haul anchors!” Rhiannon shouted at the crew on deck. “Make ready the sails, we’re leaving!”
As the crew carried out her orders, she glanced at the compass in her hand. It glowed orange, reflecting the beams of the setting sun. The needle swung to the east and took on a different cast, one of a reddish hue. There was another soul needing to be claimed to their east and she intended to send it right to Davy Jones as repayment for what had been done to her. In another lifetime, she would have felt remorse at condemning another man, but in this limbo she felt nothing except the exhilaration of the hunt.
“Cap’in, where we headed?” her first mate asked.
Rhiannon gestured for him to follow as they headed to her quarters. She had some time yet before the sails would be ready to get them moving. “East, as the compass points,” she said, her boots loud on the wooden floors of her cabin. She stopped before a small table covered in maps and charts. Clearing them away, she revealed an old, tattered map tacked to the table top. A small black shape on the map marked the Imminent Death; a dotted red line led from the ship to an island, which was marked with a glowing red ‘x’.
“We’re setting sail for Tortuga. We will need the long nines and all manner of weaponry we can carry. Put word among the men to keep ready; land fall is only a few hours hence.”
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Post by Porthos du Valon on Jul 7, 2006 16:05:07 GMT -5
Feeling sore, taken advantage of and downright grumpy, Porthos found his way to the tavern after darkness had fallen. He had spent the better part of the day in bed, almost too humiliated to face the inhabitants of Tortuga. Tortuga was a rough and tumble place, sure, but the inhabitants always knew what went on. Porthos didn't doubt for one second that the scalawags' tongues would be wagging in glee about his encounter with Narcissa.
Easing his way into the fire-lit tavern, Porthos felt some relief when none of the drinking pirates threw any comments his way. He moved to the bar with a renewed confidence and flagged the barmaid down. "One draught of rum, my dear lady."
The barmaid gave him a long look before leaning over the bar, giving him a look at her generous cleavage. "Ye best be leavin'. There be trouble lookin' for ya," she said in a low voice, gesturing with her head to the room behind him.
Porthos flashed her a cocky grin. "I can handle whatever. I'll have that draught of rum now, my lady."
"You should have listened to the lady," a familiar voice said from behind him.
Porthos turned and his smile widened at the Musketeers standing behind him. "D'Artagnan! Athos! Aramis! Welcome to Tortuga! Allow me to buy you all a drink!"
Athos reluctantly drew his sword. "You're under arrest in the name of the king, Porthos. You're going to have to come back to France with us."
Porthos started to answer, his hand snaking toward his own sword when he heard the coughing 'boom' of a fired cannon. The tavern wall exploded and all hell broke loose.
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Capt Redd
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Don't send a man to do a woman's job.
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Post by Capt Redd on Jul 8, 2006 11:40:56 GMT -5
Tortuga had variety of smells, but mostly it smelled of musky liquor and smoke. The air was always humid here, heated by the desires of the flesh and the irony linger of blood here and there. It was in a sense the Devil’s play ground; you could come here to get lost, become someone else or to forget. Redd right now wasn’t sure what she was here for this time; mostly if it didn’t require thinking she would be good. She was tired from both lack of sleep and from the events that had transpired, also from her occasional guilty conscious. But had she not attacked Will’s ship… both her, her crew and the Peril would be out of luck. In short, she owed her captive… if she was even still considering him that.
As Will came along side her, Redd found herself slowing to let their strides match. She glanced at the handsome man from the corner of her eye and solemnly nodded at his words, “I am sorry for that too… sometimes being a Pirate is a nasty business.” Her tone was even, at ease, but her eyes would not meet his, a part of her afraid he would see past the harden shell she wore at the moment, “ In exchange for you and your crew’s service I will help you get a new ship and you shall always have my aid when you are in need of it.” It was the least she could do aside from giving him her own ship, but then she and her crew would be homeless and that just wouldn’t do, plus her Father had given her that ship and thus it was a part of her.
At his words she smiled a little and nodded, “I can see why, even a young lass fights better then you.” She teased as she swept her cloak around her body and slipped into a noisy tavern in dire need of a good strong drink, “Come, I’ll by ye a drink.” She stated in a manner that was more of a request rather then an offer.
Ignoring the boisterous atmosphere, Redd pressed forward looking for a less crowded Tavern, so far she had little luck. She also kept a sharp eye out for Cissa whom she had left here for a reason she had now forgotten. Tugging her cloak firmly about her, the red haired pirate pushed her way passed a circle of leering drunks, their taunts simply going in one ear and out the other. If it was another time, she would have given them what for, but not now, all she wanted now was to drown her sorrows, sleep it off and get back to business. But mostly… she just wanted some damned rum.
Keeping her momentum, Redd came to a sudden halt as a large man loomed before her, “‘ritty… lidy.” He slurred and placed a thick hand on her shoulder. In and instant her weapon was drawn, not her cutlass but rather her pistol, “Remove your hand sir and you might walk away with your more important extremities.” Cocking the hammer back, the Captain took aim between the man’s legs, she didn’t care if he was three times her size or better, let him pick a fight with her, and she was just itching to kill someone at the moment. The drunkard laughed, his foul breath causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust, “Feisty wench eh? I think you need a good swat on the bottom and a tumble."
Eying his movements as his arm went to capture her, Redd moved quickly and sent the butt of her pistol upwards crashing into the man’s chin, “ Move or next time I will shoot.” Her green eyes clouded, becoming dark with anger, “And I never miss.” The man said nothing nor moved, and so she moved to walk around him and suddenly found herself pressed between him and the grimy wooden wall of the building that had been to her right. Within a second the man had her pinned and disarmed of her pistol anyways. However he had her pinned by her arms, his large fingers keeping her from drawing any other weaponry she had on her person.
“Bastard.” She hissed with a devilish grin as her booted foot kicked upwards sharply between the man’s legs and she found herself falling with a loud splat into a pit of mud, a cry of anger leaving her lips as she stood and picked up her fallen pistol and pressed it hard against the drunk’s forehead, “I should kill you just for looking at me like some piece of meat you fool.” Her finger squirmed against the trigger as she fought with herself a moment.
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Post by Narcissa the Bloody on Jul 9, 2006 20:50:57 GMT -5
For once Narcissa was pleased with a man. Of course after the night Porthos had, she suspected he would not exit his room for a few days, but that could be expected. After all, he had, as some were saying, survived a night with Narcissa the Bloody. Either way she was still curious as to where he was… a grin on her face as she moved into the bar.
Silence coated the place as she moved in. Apparently Porthos was already here. It made her grin widen before she thought… perhaps she should make his life a bit easier and brag about him in the bedchamber, but the thought was cut short by the men surrounding Porthos.
Musketeers in this neck of the woods? She overheard what they said, and her face turned into the all too familiar scowl. They were going to take the only man that had made her smile away… no, this was not what was needed right now. Eyeing the musketeers her form made its way to the bar, far before the wall was hit. “Porthos…” she smiled briefly at the man before eyeing the men which he had lovingly yelled their names… only to get that response. “Is everything alright?”
Her hand was near the hilt of her sword before the noise of the wall exploding behind them. She turned quickly and grabbed the plump arm of Porthos. “Come with me…” she yelled over the ruckus of the tavern, pulling him towards the rear door. She had seen the sails of the Mercy’s Peril a day before, if anything she would bring him to the people that she could trust.
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Why was she sticking her neck out for Porthos? Why was she offering her ass to be put on the chopping block along with his? Why? Because the little bastard actually gave her information the other night and well she was not one to go against someone who helped her. Damn her morals. Yes Bloody had morals for herself, and she expected everyone she knew to respect and abide them, or else. “If ye hadn’t told me wha ya did… yer ass would be starin at the point of yer friends swords. Now run to da Mercy’s Peril… ye’ll be safe there.” They ran through the streets that scattered at the random cannon balls that were flying through the air.
Surely they all seemed like ants to someone out there and as they squirmed, it was as if a large boot was trying to step on them all at once. Sadly you cannot take Tortuga down with simple means. As they moved through the city, Narcissa’s eyes darted this way and that. She felt the heavy man running squarely behind her, but her ears could hear the yells of the three musketeers they had left behind. Why were they after their old friend? Questions Narcissa did not care for answers for rummaged through her mind. To be honest, she wanted her home back on the Mercy’s Peril… she was getting tired of having to walk with her important objects on her, all the time.
Suddenly an all too familiar voice was heard to her left and she stopped suddenly. Black hair attacked her face as strands stuck to the sweat that layered her forehead. The large body of Porthos hit her square in the back and her body jerked slightly before green orbs shot a glare at the man behind her. Grabbing his tunic Narcissa pulled him close and eyed him “Ye fallow me, ya hear me? Stay on me tail…” With that her arm pushed him back and she turned again to begin walking towards her Captain. Emerald eyes stared intently towards the woman before her, she was intent on killing the man. A hand scooped down as she grasped the pistol.
“As much as I would luv ta see ‘im killed… ye need ta put it down.” Eyes could see a male following Redd but then again, everyone was followed at Tortuga… putting it off and not saying a word.
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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 Jul 11, 2006 23:30:56 GMT -5
"I don't need your assistance gleaning a new ship Captain. I don’t presume to think that it would settle the score for your drowning mine into the depths, at least on your conscience. And as much as you might enjoy adding digs to my swordplay, I will not pretend that you were anything but practice. As for the drink, I gladly accept." Will took the foreground, walking toward the same hole in the wall that he and Jack had visited on his first outing in this forsaken port. Much like before the sights and sounds was a bouquet of cacophony that was hard to describe.
From the painted up whores to the drunkards shooting off their pistols and the rowdy sounds of bar fights here and there, Will's brow wrinkled as to question how he'd (in his younger years) ever managed to tolerate this environment. But that time was long passed, then he'd been a greenling. Will was a changed person. His life was more pirate now then the tight-laced blacksmith. The cannon fire caught his attention at once, his form turning to see that Amber was no longer just behind him. She was being provoked by a rather large fellow adjacent the dark alley.
Given the chaos of screaming locals he was hard to pushing his way against the sea of bodies trafficking the streets, Will's eyes burned in anger. When he finally reached the redheaded Captain she had the situation mostly under control, but it appeared as though a woman; likely the brute's wench or something of that like, had her hand on Redd's pistol. Hands grabbed at her shoulder's roughly, slamming her with much surprise against his chest, holding her jaw between his hand's grip. Teeth flashed as he spoke into her ear. "She is within her right to defend herself. And although I will not strike you, being that you are a woman, I will clamp you in irons if you touch her again." The boom of more cannon fire filled the air and Will pressed against the security of the building with Cissa both for his safety and her own. 'The city is under siege, this is no time to lose one's head."
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Capt Redd
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Don't send a man to do a woman's job.
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Post by Capt Redd on Jul 12, 2006 0:17:10 GMT -5
She was toying with herself; she knew she’d get no satisfaction from killing this man, who if he was sober wouldn’t have paid her a second thought most likely. Her hand shook from the effort she was exerting to not pull the trigger. How badly she needed to release her anger, her emotions, but she wasn’t going to do it here, no, she would do it alone away from prying minds and sorry glances. She did not need pity for what had happened… even if she did feel to blame for it all. Now she had the weight of those of her crew who had died such horrible deaths, struck down without warning… and she their Captain safe in quarters, it wasn’t fair. She too should be dead.
But she wasn’t, and fatalism had never interested her, well in a sense. In this age you couldn’t get more of a death wish then to be a pirate. Her finger began to put more pressure on the trigger as her hand trembled, and everything moved slow… yes she was going to shoot this man, but then something familiar, a voice and then a hand on her own prying the weapon from her fingers, “Cissa…” Her green eyes wavered at met those of her first mate’s. She wanted to hug the woman, but she kept her composure despite the obvious difference set in her emerald stare, it was obvious the Captain was not herself at the moment.
Her eyes fixed again on the drunk who was laying there eyes widened as if he knew who she was… or as though he had seen a ghost. Maybe he had, maybe she was being haunted by the souls of her massacred crew… maybe he could see their torment souls hovering about her, tormenting her mind and spirit into breaking for revenge. And then another voice, Will’s she eyed him, quickly forcing her green eyes to ignite hoping he would not see her so vulnerable. If he saw she could weak then he would surely take the opportunity to get his revenge on her, and she would not blame him. However at the moment he was defending her… something no man had ever done, it caught her very much off guard, “No. She’s me first mate…”
But then her eyes narrowed on a man just behind Narcissa, the red tressed woman arched a curious brow, “Who is he?” She asked curiously, her attention dropping from the drunkard who took the moment to scramble away, Surely her first mate hadn’t found a man here… no man in Tortuga was worth any woman’s time, especially not a member of her crew’s. Furrowing her brow, Amber forgot her deep seated want of ale, her mind now zeroed in on just what her first mate and sister friend has been up too. Had she broken one of the cardinal rules of being an Amazon of the Sea? Redd’s eyes flitted towards Will a moment… was she breaking said rule herself?
Moving her head a little too quickly as she snapped her gaze back to Cissa, the young woman felt the floor under her feet shift as she reached out anything to steady herself with, maybe forgetting about the rum wasn’t such a bad idea after all, she was drunk enough as it was, drunk off her suppressed emotions and lack of sleep… or maybe not as a sudden loud boom erupted and splintering of wood and such caused her to snap out of her downed mind frame quickly, “ Bloody hell…” So much for a drink now.
Instantly her eyes went for the direction of the docks and her ship at rest there, “ We’ve got to get back to the Peril b’fore she’s blown to bits!” Hopefully the rest of her crew would have the same thoughts, along with Will’s… otherwise just four people would not be enough, “ Must be the Trading Company, they’ve shot the hell out of Tortuga a few times b’fore.” Or maybe it wasn’t, but it didn’t matter who it was really. Drawing her pistol, Redd headed for the docks, her free hand ready on her sword as well.
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Post by Narcissa the Bloody on Jul 12, 2006 11:46:40 GMT -5
The first reaction she had was to hiss a deep curse in Latin towards the man who attacked her as she tried to talk sense into her captain and friend. A growl as feral as any wolves escaped her throat as she felt her body then pushed into the wall behind her, her jaw held by the man who threatened her. “Learn ye place, MALE.” She spat towards Turner as she went to push him off.
Narcissa had noticed her captain was traveling with him, so she did not want to hurt him-ok she did but not as much as normal. She too, after all, was traveling with a male compatriot. Hearing Will talk once more, she growled again, eyeing Porthos to her right. “He, sir, is Porthos du Valon, someone who gave me answers I seek, so I owe a favor to.” The thunder of more cannon fire didn’t make her flinch, no it seemed to make her stand taller as she looked over to the very pub they were to head into, blow to bits as a cannon hit it’s east wall.
“Ahh time ta go home, finally…” came her happier tone as she eyed Will again then turned to Porthos “Come with us an I promise ye safety in return fer the favor ye had bestowed on me.” She was a woman of her word, and when you do a favor for her, she does one in return. Eyes turned to Redd and Cissa nodded, as if to tell the woman to lead the way. So she followed to the only place she knew as safety, the Mercy’s Peril.
Eyeing the streets as she ran besides her captain, Cissa took her long dagger from her belt and her pistol as well and ran with them in hand. “Mind tellin me, Redd, who the man beside ye is?” She ran at an even pace, checking behind her randomly for the man named Porthos, to see if he followed.
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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 Jul 14, 2006 23:16:38 GMT -5
William released Cissa once the confusion was cleared. His figure stepped back a pace at her anger fueled flailing. He was more than aware how Redd’s crew looked upon men. They were all feminists and would rather see men; even the good hearted ones like himself licking their boot heels rather than holding the door. Eyes rolled at her protest and the reaction from her Captain. He understood that the world was a dark place that women were not given the respect that was commonplace in England, but that didn’t mean he liked being lumped in with the savages. “Anything I might have misinterpreted between the two of you is hardly an offense worthy of such irrational reaction. If you’re really that put off that I’ve taken it upon myself to defend your captain then I think you might want to reevaluate your scale of good and evil. I’ll not apologize for anything.” His dark eyes glittered as the torchlight around them flicked in the night breeze, the aroma of burnt black powder and the sounds of screaming was as alarming as the expression on the young blacksmith’s face. He nodded to Redd’s words regarding the need to get back to the ship, but he refrained from following the trio. “I’ll go and find Jack; oddity though he might look, he’s quite the asset in these matters and he might know who and why this port is being attacked.” Turning on his heel William darted off into the crowd, and unlike the women, he drew no weapon.
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Capt Redd
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Don't send a man to do a woman's job.
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Post by Capt Redd on Jul 16, 2006 17:12:57 GMT -5
She had to pull herself out of this way she was feeling and do what needed to be done, she needed to gather the needed supplies and go after whatever hell had sent for her and her crew. She would have her chance to avenge her crew in one way or another, and she refused to fail. She also set her mind on righting a few other wrongs, she would get Will a ship somehow, and in that process she would gain allegiance she hoped, something that was helpful to a pirate now days. Plus she was in debt to him, he could have taken over the Mercy’s Peril at any moment after the massacre… but he didn’t. Instead he turned the other cheek and helped her, in some ways she damned him for not reacting how he should have, how she most likely would have.
Her mind wandered, mostly in the direction of what Cissa was doing with that man… or maybe it should be ask what had she been doing? She wasn’t mad at the girl, just worried… and afraid to tell her what had occurred during her absence. She knew that as first mate, Narcissa would feel just as guilty as she, the Captain did and Amber really didn’t want to put that sort of weight on the woman’s shoulders if she could help it. However she knew the moment her first mate got near the ship that she’d know something wasn’t right, she’d noticed the missing faces, hell she’d probably even notice the stench of death that still seemed to linger on board.
So she would have to tell her… everything. This was going to turn into one of the hardest moments in Amber Tristen’s life. But at the moment current situations were taking obvious priority over everything else, basically the cannon balls flying through the air. Dodging herself to one side, Redd narrowly escaped being flatted by a falling wall, “ Bloody hell…” Her eyes shifted to Will and nodded, she knew of Jack Sparrow and all his reputations and thus agreed, “B’careful Will.” She was a bit surprised that her drew no weapon, but she knew he was well capable of handling himself.
Once Will was out of her line of sight, Redd’s brows furrowed as she took off for the docks, Cissa and her “friend” in tow, “ Since ye answered my question bout him, I’ll answer your’s, his name is Will Turner. I’ll explain the rest of the story at a more opportuned moment.” Snatching the spy glass from it’s home on her belt, the red haired pirate peered through it trying to locate the source of the cannon balls, soon she found it a rather haunting looking vessel and much darker than the Pearl or even the infamous Flying Dutchman, “ My Gods… that ship it seems like a ghost itself…”
Coming up on the dock, Redd was relieved to see what remained of her crew also returning or returned, “ Man the cannons ladies! Let’s give’em what for!” Soon a volley of fire erupted once more, but this time from the Mercy’s Peril towards the attacking ship. Taking her post at the upper deck, Redd nodded to other ships on dock that had the same idea as she… it was one of those rare moments that pirates were sticking together for a common goal, even if Tortuga had been destroyed time and time again and probably would be time and time again still.
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Post by Porthos du Valon on Jul 17, 2006 19:51:18 GMT -5
Porthos stumbled through the narrow, dirty cobblestone streets, following the very woman that had been torturing him oh, so exquisitely the night before. Cannon balls whistled overhead, the explosions making the ground beneath his feet quake. Porthos kept casting glances over his shoulder, knowing that the Musketeers wouldn't be far behind him. They had once been comrades in arms and now he was a betrayer- they would stop at nothing to take him back to France.
“Come with us an I promise ye safety in return fer the favor ye had bestowed on me.”
Porthos turned toward Cissa, raising his eyebrows. He ran one hand over his mustache, giving it a little twirl at one end. "And why should I trust you, that you'd give me safe passage? Need I remind you of last night?" He couldn't help the smirk that crept over his lips.
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Post by The Black Banshee on Jul 17, 2006 20:13:51 GMT -5
"FIRE!" Rhiannon yelled, raising her sword for emphasis. The cannons above and below deck roared, sending a lethal volley arcing toward the brightly lit port. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of the sea and cannon smoke.
There were screams and shouts from the docks of Tortuga and some of the ships began returning fire. Rhiannon laughed as the cannon balls went right through the sails and body of the Imminent Death. The poor fools thought Rhiannon and their crew were mortals. Too bad for them.
"Aye, men! Be ready to go ashore! The real fun begins then!" she yelled above the din. Climbing atop one of the ships railings, she watched as more ships began to return fire. Gesturing at them, she turned to the crew nearest her. "Take aim, lads!"
More cannon balls filled the air, the smoke and ash from the burning port town nearly blotting out the full moon. Tattered sails snapped over Rhiannon's head in the strengthening breeze and she tilted her head back. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and let loose with the chilling wail that had gained her the nickname 'Black Banshee'. The mournful sound echoed across the water, drowning out the cannon and musket fire.
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Post by Elizabeth Swann on Jul 17, 2006 20:27:27 GMT -5
Standing in Rhiannon's quarters half dressed, Elizabeth looked around herself and felt lost. She was already clad in canvas breeches with a pair of black boots to her knees. A man's blouse was in her hands, a sword and pistol on the table. Dressing in a man's clothing was nothing new for Elizabeth; she had done it to track down Will when he had been off hunting Captain Jack Sparrow.
Now, it only made her feel lost. She still hadn't quite grasped the concept she was a ghost like the captain and the others. They didn't look like the horrifying creatures that crewed the Flying Dutchman; they certainly didn't look like the cursed, mutinous pirates that had once taken over the Black Pearl. Another volley of cannon balls went screaming toward shore and Elizabeth glanced toward the leaded windows, seeing the flicker and glow from the flames consuming most of Tortuga.
Sighing, Elizabeth shrugged into the blouse and buttoned it with quick, sure fingers. There was only one way to accept what she had become and that was to go ashore with the rest, to hunt down the soul Rhiannon sought. Fixing a tri-cornered hat atop her head, Elizabeth fixed the sword and pistol in their rightful places at her hips. Smoothing her hands over herself, she made sure everything was in place before reaching for the cabin's door. Hesitating, she caught a whiff of something familiar, something that momentarily made her dead heart stir. Closing her eyes, she thought of Will.
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Post by Narcissa the Bloody on Jul 17, 2006 20:45:40 GMT -5
Eyes wondered over the one called Will for a moment, and Cissa huffed at the man. Eyes seemed to catch every bit of fire surrounding her as she stared at him for a moment. “I dun like bein’ grabbed, Mister… an I am sure ye’d react harsh too if ye were put in a position ye didn’ like. But I do apologize, Will.” Her words were slow, but sincere none-the-less however she let her jaw snap shut and her body turn to Redd before anything.
A few words exchanged she turned to Porthos once more. “Porthos, I give ye my word… which is better than I could say fer ye one time friends who are chasin ye down. Come with me. I dun wanna pull ye like a child, so follow if ye will.” Turning they went towards the Mercy’s Peril and began to set up. Something, however didn’t seem right as she walked onto the boat… and something, the stench in the air, made her heart sink.
Eyes which would, if she were a normal woman, well with tears stared off towards Redd, ignoring the fire coming their way. She felt lost for just a moment… what would she do with half of her crew gone… her friends, family. The close proximity of the next hit brought her back and a snarl crept onto her face, along with a bark of a command, not a question, to her captain. “Redd we best be talkin once this is through… do you not think so lass?” Turning on heal, her hair flew one way once she began to set up the cannon balls. She would not be sitting out for this one.
However the words of her captain made her look up. “Aye hold yer ears lasses… it be the Black Banshee!” She had been on the water far longer than anyone she knew on this boat… she had heard the yell once before, and now she was hearing it up close and personal. She barely could remember, she was so young then… but the yell matched perfectly… and it sent shivers up her spine. Running towards Redd she nodded “Aye it be ghosts all right. Cut the fire… there be nothin we can do.”
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