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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 14:47:06 GMT
I have to disguise a smirk when it's actually working, and I just pull my coat 'round myself as I glance at the window 'sadly', where rain is tapping against the glass rapidly. "Anyhow. Have a nice life, miss Swann." I mumble.
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Post by Daz on Aug 2, 2006 14:56:28 GMT
I march.. not literally  .. over to him and take his arm "... the only place for you here is in a wardrobe, trust me." I roll my eyes "Just go... and maybe.. we'll meet again sometime." |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 14:59:28 GMT
"Aye, if the authorities fail to make me dance the Hempan Jig beforehand." I say easily, and I look at her. "Ah well. A pirate's life for me, eh?" I give her the hint of a smile. Aye, despite all my 'oh so pityful' acting here.. I wouldn't trade this life for naught in the world, now would I?
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Post by Daz on Aug 2, 2006 15:02:14 GMT
I give him a soft kiss of the cheek as we stand by the window he entered.
"good bye, jack."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 15:09:37 GMT
I look at her, meeting her eyes with mine and the slightest grin touches my lips as I recognize that everburning fire in 'em. It gives 'em a depth more dangerous than the ocean, and with littler mercy as well. How could one possibly mistake this woman for the princess that she's forced to be, I wonder? How could one ignore what I see so clearly by a single glance?
But alas. It's hardly my place to judge about that, now is it?
I take a hold of her hand and lift it slowly, brushing a kiss against the soft pale fingers. "Goodbye, then." I tell her, not letting go of her hand yet, "Don't let anyone change you, Lizzie." I say cryptically.
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Post by Daz on Aug 2, 2006 15:11:43 GMT
"lLikewise" I smile as his hand slowly slips away from mine
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 15:15:12 GMT
"Course not. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.. savvy?" I give her my trademark grin, then leave through the window as sudden as I came. I jump into the garden and soon disappear in the dark.
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Post by Daz on Aug 2, 2006 15:18:21 GMT
I retreat to my bed once more... and as i go... that feelings still inside of me...
But I shan't let it ruin tomorrow...
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Post by Jackhere on Aug 2, 2006 15:31:28 GMT
As I head towards the docks, I start to get the feeling that I"m being followed. I look over my shoulder a few times, but nothing's there. Until I hear footsteps, and realize that it's not a paranoid illusion at all. Pirate that I am, my first reflex is to check whether my pistol is loaded. It is, and I keep my hand on the handle as I come to a stop and turn around suddenly.
The first thing I see is the barrel of a gun.. and our friend Norrington standing on the other side of it, his eyes cold with hatred. "I knew it was you when I saw someone sneaking 'round the Governors Mansion." He says, his words as cold as his eyes. He c.ocks his pistol and keeps it aimed perfectly; "Maybe it won't be a respectable end at the noose, but it'll do." He says.
His finger twitches, towards the barrel.. and I know this one's for real. I draw my pistol and draw the trigger immediately. Commadore Norrington's not a brutal killer.. that's what makes him slow in matters as these. But without thinking, I shoot the bullet right into my enemy's chest. It makes a ploppin' like sound, and his eyes widen slowly.
"Aye." I mumble, as he sinks to the floor. "It'll do."
~The Next Morning?~
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Post by Daz on Aug 2, 2006 15:45:35 GMT
~aye aye~ I wake to hear the noise of commotion outside my room... which is odd, seeing as this day was supposed to be a little more... joyous... than panic-strikken. "What are we to tell her?" I hear my father mutter to someone on the other side of my bedroom door.. and moments later they enter... I sit up, quickly..trying to hide the mud stains on my covers... "... w.. what, may i ask is the urgency of your waking me.. so very early...?" I ask, pretending to be half asleep still.. "The wedding isnt untill midday and there is plenty of time..." "... there is no wedding, Elizabeth.""...what..." I mutter in disbelief "...." He pauses "... Commodore Norrington was murdured last night...""...by who?!" I find myself quickly, stumbling out of bed and reaching for something to put over my night gown. "That is not yet known... we have all of the best working on the case though... and... uh.." He pauses again when he spots the mud stains.. "Oh!..." I glance at them with him "... I... urm... the maids and I shared some of that chocolate that was given to me last night.... " I mutter, lying making it up as i go along "... we must of got some on the sheets..." "I...see.... well... William will be here to see you in a few hours... we will re-arrange the wedding plans to another day.." |
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.. over to him and take his arm "... the only place for you here is in a wardrobe, trust me." I roll my eyes "Just go... and maybe.. we'll meet again sometime."