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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 25, 2006 20:53:30 GMT
Blinking at the pirate's question, Jack replied curiously, "No...should I...?".
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 25, 2006 20:53:55 GMT
He laughed a little, a malicious laugh. "Yer...that's Lady de Bourbon...dau'er of Duke of Norfo'k...innit? Our Cap'n took 'er off a ship bound to Naples! She been wi' us for 'bout six month now...looks like she knows her place don't it? Pretty lil' thing in't she? Cap'n simply adores 'er...if you know what I mean..." and he laughed callously...waiting for Jack to laugh back.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 25, 2006 20:57:39 GMT
Jack was infuriated at this appalling malice, well all right, he was no hero, but this was just bl**dy horrendous!
However, he knew the situation in which he found himself was neither the time, nor the place, and he feigned a guffaw, "A...ahahaha...ha! Hahaha!" he bellowed.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 28, 2006 19:07:30 GMT
Victoria heard their laughter and once again felt that terrible thought stir within...all was lost for her.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 28, 2006 19:07:52 GMT
The pirate slapped Jack hard on the back and headed back to his duty...leaving him alone on the dock.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 28, 2006 19:09:15 GMT
Jack just stood there, dumbfounded, stricken by the bemusement of it, and then remembered he should be elsewhere...someone else needed help...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Jan 28, 2006 19:09:40 GMT
Will was by now, wide awake, and creeping ever closer to the door leading to the main part of his Blacksmiths.
He had definitely heard it that time. Clattering...like some buffoon knocking over swords...or tools...or...oh whatever. They were wrecking his shop!!
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:36:50 GMT
Evelyn's ears pricked up, she quickly moved towards a selection of newly crafted swords and raised one of them up, as if she was inspecting the sword in interest of purchasing it.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:38:14 GMT
Will pressed his ear gently to the door, reaching out to a nearby desk where he'd laid his own sword the night before...as he fumbled for it, eyes focused straight ahead, he had the terrible urge....no....not his clumsy streak! Too late. The sword clattered to the floor. What had he been thinking about? Buffoons. Yeah...nice one Will.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:40:46 GMT
Her luck had turned, and the trap was set. She wouldn't be leaving without what she had been looking for. Evelyn smirked slightly, and imitated an innocent dweller, "Is somebody theeere?" she cried in her most naive tone.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:41:47 GMT
Will felt his heartbeat slow down. It was a woman. Not that woman were weak...but it was probably some silly housewife who'd either gotten the wrong shop or wanted to buy horseshoes...he'd tell her to come back later.
Abandoning his sword on the floor, he opened the door and cast a friendly smile around the room. "I'm sorry Miss, my shop isn't open at the moment...."
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:42:56 GMT
Evelyn turned to face the blacksmith, her hair tumbling across her shoulder, her Irish accent was strong, and particularly in contrast with his, "I do beg your pardon..." she smiled charismatically.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:44:03 GMT
Will couldn't help but notice the devastatingly attractive woman in his humble abode. He smiled, although somewhat nervously...my God she was damn gorgeous. Her flaming hair...that...that..."That's quite all right Miss...easy mistake to make, and somewhat my fault...I should have been awake and not...erm...asleep..." his hair flopped forward as he nodded to confirm the last word.
"You utter idiot." he thought.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:44:44 GMT
Evelyn smiled, amused by his performance, "I see..." she said, slowly setting down the sword, "You must be Mr. James then?" she enquired, although she knew the answer to that question already.
He wasn't exactly bad looking was he, this young chap? She thought to herself, dark, tall and handsome, pretty much as good as they come.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Feb 3, 2006 21:45:10 GMT
Her Irish accent came thick and strong. Will was very much taken aback by her...not only by her general...well...appearance but also her upfront attitude...she seemed very confident...."I'm afraid not Miss, I'm Will Turner."
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