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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:49:21 GMT
As the dawn broke across the Caribbean Seas, all was hustling and bustling at Port Royal. Indeed, scarcely anybody noticed the all too familiar ship of the Black Pearl as it glided into the dock on a swift wind...a wind that told of urgency...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:49:47 GMT
Jack was in a hasty panic, and the instant the ship halted, he virtually hurdled onto the dock, bellowing instructions behind him as he scampered to the Blacksmith's.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:50:12 GMT
In the intervening time, Will Turner slumbered silently in his bed, not willing to commence his day's work just yet. His sleep was dreamless and all too peaceful...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:52:26 GMT
At this time, a splendid galleon also made it's way to the quay, named ‘The Emerald Liberty’, and on board was a roguish and stunning Captain, Evelyn O'Malley.
She wore a cobalt blue ensemble, ornately patterned with delicate sapphires, and her opulent leather boots overlapped her trousers. She also had accessorised herself with complementary sapphire jewels cradling her bear, pale neck and encircling some of her fingers which grasped her wheel of independence.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:52:48 GMT
On the horizon, a large vessel emerges; preparing to land for supplies...The Jolly Roger.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:53:35 GMT
"All right folks, I'll return momentarily, I have goods to declare..." Evelyn signalled to a group of her crew, "Alex, Helen, Jorge, come along too, I have a few duties for you." she marched off of the galleon, her walk was both authoritative and flamboyant.
"I shalln’t be long boys and girls!" she shouted behind her as she departed.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:54:33 GMT
As the Jolly Roger drew closer, its Captain paced his cabin slowly in deep discussion with his...companion.
"Now my Victoria, if you stay near the ship, all will be fine...however if you don't..." he waved his right hand...or rather hook, menacingly, "...well we needn't go there...do we?" He smiled his smirk of delight at her forlorn features.
"Yes Sir." came the dutiful reply. "I merely wish to stretch my sea legs..." "We can do that any time..." he thought.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:55:11 GMT
Jack was sidetracked by pestering men 'doing their duties', "Everyone's out for their money", he thought to himself, agitated now and fidgeting with impatience.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:55:43 GMT
Evelyn enquired the whereabouts of a certain young gentleman before entering a small blacksmith’s.
She glanced about the place; there wasn't much daylight inside, "Hello? Anybody here?" she spoke to the emptiness.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:56:10 GMT
Will did not reply. He was too deeply asleep...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:56:36 GMT
Evelyn raised her voice slightly, "Hello?" her eyes panned across the area, blades, hammers, a myriad of tools spread about the place, "Nice work..." she muttered softly to herself.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 20:57:03 GMT
Will grunted and stirred...had he heard voices? No...it was just the street outside...he rolled over and tried to return to his relaxed state...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 24, 2006 21:00:52 GMT
Meanwhile...Victoria, dressed inconspicuously in rather too much finery...thinly covered by a jacket...tried her best to busy herself by watching the morning rush of people in Port Royal.
It was ever so tempting to just run...but where to go? Besides...no doubt members of that ghastly crew were watching?
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 25, 2006 20:35:33 GMT
Jack was on the brink of throttling the babbling man, who was drivelling on about the consequences after his last visit and what not...his eyes gazed away from him...meeting a dark haired beauty nearby.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 25, 2006 20:35:49 GMT
Will awoke with a start...was that a footstep or his imagination...? He wasn't entirely sure. He considered sitting up.
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