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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:21:41 GMT
Aboard The Emerald Liberty, two broadly built men harshly heaved Will into a cell down below. The bars of the cell were narrow, and the large padlock was locked twice.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:22:12 GMT
Will, barely awake, yet dully aware of a great pounding pain in his stomach and head, mumbled something along the lines of "Verrry friendly...".
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:22:58 GMT
Evelyn made her way into her luxurious cabin, and seating herself at her beautifully carved Italian desk, she began to write, mainly taking records, before throwing herself onto the vast bed covered in scarlet, silk sheets.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:23:18 GMT
Gazing out of a tiny crack in the ship's hull, Will guessed that the darkness suggested night...and so he closed his eyes tightly, desperately trying to get some sleep on the cold, hard floor, escaping from the nightmare of reality. He shivered and shook, but he'd been through worse...and survived...just about.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:23:41 GMT
Hours passed by until radiance shimmered against the Caribbean blue. Evelyn was now down below, sitting on a chair in front of the cell where her new pet was within. She ran her fingertip along the rim of a gl*ss of water she held in her hand.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:23:56 GMT
Will still stayed fast asleep, surprisingly a deeper one than he had experienced back home at Port Royal...his body resting to try and heal his wounds quickly; quite unaware he was being watched.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:24:16 GMT
Evelyn watched, and waited, quite patiently - surprisingly. She watched him sleep; tilting her head, wondering what kind of dreams his mind was filled with.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:25:05 GMT
He awoke with a start, and a breath that made the sharp pain in his chest grip him in a terrifying hold. When he relaxed, he looked around, only to jump again seeing a voyeur examine him. "Morning." was all he said...then..."At least...I think it's morning."
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:25:20 GMT
Evelyn stayed seated, and she nodded to confirm that it was morning, "Top o' the mornin' to ya laddy..." she said with subtle sarcasm.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:25:38 GMT
He couldn't help but smile back at the cliché and her Irish accent. Will gazed at her, half in wonder and half in wondering what might happen next. He blinked and smiled cordially again...awaiting her next words.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:25:54 GMT
She blinked, teasingly not continuing her speech for a while; she waited to see what the effect of silence would be upon him.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:26:13 GMT
Will gazed back and then looked around the cell, sitting quite patiently with his legs stretched in front of him, arms grasping his knees, examining his surroundings curiously. He glanced at Evelyn and offered her another whimsical smile before whistling a random tune...
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:26:33 GMT
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, she didn't return the smile, but tossed some paper and a quill, with a closed bottle of ink to him, and then she circled her fingertip around the rim once more, and it resounded with a soft sound.
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:28:15 GMT
He peered down at the items tossed to him. He'd already sussed it out. "I suppose you want a map?"
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Post by ~~*Buffy Bloom*~~ on Mar 9, 2006 19:28:38 GMT
Evelyn clicked her fingers with her free hand, "You're a quick one aren't cha?".
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