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Post by Lana on Jun 23, 2006 14:20:37 GMT
Jack and Ana left me standing ondecks, and now all the crewmembers got down to their work, so I am quite alone and useless. I shrug slightly and look around, wondering what is here for me to do. Though, all the work that I could occupy myself with has already been done, there're no new tasks...
So I am bored. Not knowing what to do.
I glance at Ana and Jack and sigh slightly. Well, they're best friends, aren't they?.. Though I feel quite abandoned and lonely.
"Godd@mn it", - I mutter, angry with myself. I'm not a five-year-old kid who has to be accompanied, right?.. I'll find something to do.
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Post by Jackyhere on Jun 23, 2006 14:32:21 GMT
"Try? Luv, if we're somewhere fer a party, a party it'll be!" I tell her, with a wide dramatic gesture. I give her a slight grin.
My wound is starting to get a li'll worse again though. Well, not the actual wound, but the feeling from it. Eventhough it's still a lot less than the earlier days, the dull pain in my side is starting to tire me.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 23, 2006 14:46:37 GMT
I smirk at him "course man.. party is goin to kick ass"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 23, 2006 14:50:29 GMT
"Thought so." I lay down on my back, because my wound is really starting to protest about my sitting position. With my legs dangling on each side of the bowspirit, I look up to the skies.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 23, 2006 16:18:46 GMT
I watch him, wondering for a moment if everything is okay with the wound, but since he got here himself it will be fine most likely.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 24, 2006 14:01:17 GMT
"When we're back in the Caribbean, luv, we're gonna rob a port of your choice." I promise her, closing my eyes lazily. "How does tha' sound, eh?"
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Post by Lana on Jun 25, 2006 9:27:38 GMT
Having done a little work, I feel absolutely bored and useless, and retire to my cabin, lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling...
All right, it's crazy. Everything's fine, on the surface... but deep inside I still can't feel at home. I simply can't!.. I sigh deeply, frowning. Geez, why can't I just *simply* live, without complicating things that are already not too easy?.. Why do I have to feel too much, why the godd@mn hell do I have to be so emotional?..
Why the hell wasn't I able to forget him?.. Now it turns out that I couldn't forget the depths of his eyes, the tenderness of his touch, the warmth of his lips... I still remember.
And it's driving me in-sa-ne! I know that it all finished!..
All I have - memories. With no future. I must forget, I have to, I need to!..
But how? If I wasn't able to let it go during the ten long years?.. When I didn't even see him?
Then how can I forget him now, when I see him every day?..
I shouldn't have agreed on joining his crew.
Would've been easier.
This man is driving me crazy.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 25, 2006 9:48:54 GMT
(ah, touching post ;D )
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Post by Lana on Jun 25, 2006 11:24:46 GMT
( well, I promised  ) |
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Post by Jacky on Jun 25, 2006 11:24:52 GMT
Tired as I am, my thoughts soon start drifting of. When we are back in the Caribbean, as I said, I expect Ana to cheer up at last again. And Scarlett... well I don't know 'bout Scarlett. For the past few days she has grown a lot more easy going again, so at least conversation is an option. Nonetheless, she still sometimes seems to feel out of place. I wonder why though.. she still seems a magnificent pirate.
I smile slightly as I muse about that. Ana and Scarlett - probably two of the few pirate lasses out there, and both sailing under my command. It's funny really.
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