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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 15:57:12 GMT
"He was a religious man. And my years in the orphanage had never made me an easy child." I shrug, looking at the candle for a moment, "I was rebelious. I wouldn't follow his lessons, I wouldn't come home when told.. I spend most of my time on the streets, getting into trouble. Practically every other day Watson would bring me to church to confess, but each confession lead to a more obvious hatred towards everything that had to do with religion or what was 'right'. I didn't hate Watson.. he treated me well." I look at a droplet of candlewax that slowly creeps down the candle, "...but I hated the world."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 16:04:41 GMT
I look down, kinda starting to understand why he didnt want to tell this..
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 16:16:06 GMT
"..Then one day, pirates came to the port." I doubtfully search for the words to continue the story. I narrow my eyes at the candle, seeing the flames of the burning town reflected in its own flickering flame.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 16:52:13 GMT
I am looking at the table again, not knowing where to look anymore
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 16:54:26 GMT
It's silent for a long time, until I snap out of my thoughts and draw my gaze from the flickering flame. "I need rum." I mumble hoarsely.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 16:55:44 GMT
I get up to get him some, just for the sake of doing something.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 16:58:04 GMT
When she returns I take the bottle from her gratefully, and take a deep swig to dim out the memory of the screams, the crying.. I blink my eyes and look back to Ana, "..Where was I?" I ask.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 16:59:30 GMT
"pirates.." i mumble before i sit back down on my seat.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 17:03:48 GMT
"Aye. Pirates came." I nod and lick the rum of my lips, before looking back to her, "..I was at the docks one day when I spotted the ship. It didn't fly the colors of a country, and it caught my interest. A man nearby asked me whether I wanted to make a dime and I agreed, of course. He brought me to the capt'n.. and we made an accord. I would help them destruct the port, in exchange for a passage to the New World."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 17:05:24 GMT
"you accepted.." i mumble with a hoarse voice, looking at him
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