Time and Tide

[Nikki]

I hear a familiar click and pick up a rather large volume as a shield, resisting the urge to burst into tears. I realized how foolish I must look at this moment, and drop the book. "What do you want?" I said from my corner, feeling helpless and beaten already.

(AH! *hugs* Bye!

[Jacky]

I squint my eyes to make out the girls silouette in the corner. It is darker here inside, and it takes me a few seconds before my eyes adjusted to it fully. Then I tilt my head to the side again, co.cking an eyebrow as I wonder who the hell she is, and more so; how she got here.

Not answering her question just yet I keep my gun aimed at her, as my gaze travels through the house. Books. A lot of them.

My eyes dart back to the girl when she dares to move a single limp, and I finally speak up with my stock-in-trade slur in my voice, "Is anybody else 'ere?" I question.

[Nikki]

"Nay. Only me." I gesture to the flintlock he has aimed at me. "And I've no method of defense, or else I would not be sitting here cowering." Making light of the situation was strange to me. . .death was something I had not thought about since I was a child.

[Jacky]

((Heya again! Haha, change of plans, I'm *BACK!* ))

Huh. I suppose she might have a point. I lower my pistol, eventhough I keep it in my hand just in case. "What's yer name?" I inquire, determind to find out what this is all about.

[Nikki]

I hesitate before giving him my name. What would it matter anyway? He could do whatever he wants with me. Suddenly I am ashamed for thinking this way. . .maybe he is not as cruel as my mind lays him out to be. "Rae," I say, standing quickly. "Rae Artemesia Faith." I shudder at saying my full name, it's so. . .eloquent.

(I'll have to leave soon now, though. Grr.)

[Jacky]

((Aw ))

The hint of a smirk tugs at my lips. Tha' sure sounds noble, which makes the situation only more queer. It leaves me with one question, really; "How did ye get 'ere?"

[Nikki]

"Later." I gain a bit of confidence, now knowing that he hasn't hurt me yet. . .and probably would've already if he was going to. "Later, or never." I said this because I was almost certain we wouldn't have a later. For how was I use to him? His words were words of common courtesy, those I had heard a thousand times at a thousand different occasions. . .people asking who you are, how you are, why you are here, not because they care, but because it was the only thing to be said. "What do you want?" I repeat the question not answered.

(Going now )

[Jacky]

((Bye luv! *wave*))

"Information." I tell her, "You are certain you're alone here? An' don't be lyin' t' me luv, you're hardly in a position to do so." I remind her.

[Nikki]

"Fine." My voice raised an octave or two. "I'm alone here, I'm certain of it. I've been alone for the last seven years of my life." Each answer I was giving him was only provoking more questions.

[Daz]

I rush up from bellow decks when i realise we've stopped... I was sleeping so everythings confusing me quite a bit right now. wake up brain...
"... What are we doin' 'ere?" I yell over to gibbs.. and he starts explaining..
I roll my eyes..
"Where be Jack, then?" I ask.. because i dont see him at the centre of attention anywhere, which is unusual...
"He went after some girl.. inna' house." marty informs me..
I shrug "a girl in a house, eh.." I mutter to myself and walk down onto the beach where i prompty sit and start drawing things with my finger in the sand.