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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jul 18, 2006 7:38:37 GMT
"we'll find a way, we still have the longboat, we can row somewhere else if we need..' I look around the island and stay close to Will. My gaze lingers on Jack for a few seconds '..we've got rujm" I shrug, since that's what Gibbs foun
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Post by Lana on Jul 18, 2006 9:31:11 GMT
"Yes, rum", - I smirk slightly, though absent-mindedly, already wondering how the hell I will save my father.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jul 18, 2006 11:27:53 GMT
"...we can search the island ourselves, for something better then just rum" I mumble, thinking about what else we could do here.
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Post by Lana on Jul 20, 2006 9:10:02 GMT
( woah! It's been moved?!  ) "Well, let's do it then", - I stand up and shake the sand off. |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jul 20, 2006 13:20:14 GMT
(Yeah I moved it since it's a DMC rp and it's a shame to have ten in one board and zero in the new ones  ) I nod and take Will's hand in mine, staying close to him now that he's here with me |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 13:20:46 GMT
While the lovebirds were making up (please excuse me while I laugh my heart out) I investigated the island a li'll, and eventually returned to the very beach we stranded on. Though I usually have a fine act of indifference for situations like these, I couldn't help but cringe a li'll to see the two of them all mushy mushy goo goo again.
Honestly. I'm not stupid. Our dear miss Swann got me sidetracked perfectly well only to send me to Davy Jones' locker, I *know* that. But that kiss.. why the hell do I have the idea that there's more to it? I try to dismiss these thoughts - try to forget 'bout it and continue on my careless li'll path here. But seeing that we're trapped on an island alltogether, it's hard to *ignore* her or dear William, now isn't it?
So instead of ignoring, I go for indifference, as I return to the group of people on the beach. "Nearest island is a few miles." I speak up, interupting their conversation seemingly without giving a d@mn about it, "Considering the current the.." I gesture towards the sea, feeling a pang of regret again as I speak of it, "...pieces of driftwood of the Pearl'll reach this shore within time." I mumble. "We can make a raft."
I look at William and give him a conspiricy like grin, "Perhaps we can find a few seaturtles as well."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 13:28:54 GMT
I purse my lips and stare at Jack as he tries to fool Will or something. 'Fine then we'll wait here for the would to come our way" I mumble, agreeing with Jack. I look away from his face before I start having that feeling in my stomach again though
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 13:32:55 GMT
(would or wood?  ) I look over to her and meet her gaze for a second. I can't help it much, but an amused smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. I can't help but notice that despite her firm declaration that it was 'just a trick', Elizabeth seems to turn awefully quiet and mumbly soon as I step into the picture. It's interesting. "Don't burn it up when it does, luv." I tell her, and I pick up one of the half full rumbottles from the sand before I sit down. |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 13:36:37 GMT
(oh, my bad)
I sit down in the sand aswell and sigh 'You know, just because I burned things ONCE to get rescued DOESN'T mean I'm a pyromaan forever"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 13:42:40 GMT
"It left an impression to last." I assure her, whiping some of the sand of the neck of the bottle before I take a swig. As the fluid burns down my throat I'm once again glad to see there's rum. It tends to make things a lot less.. complicated, as it were. When I put the bottle down again I catch Elizabeth's gaze on me again. "It's rude to stare, luv." I say, not giving a rat's @ss whether I'm betraying her 'secretive' glances towards William now.
Betrayal - ha! I do believe there's one who'd beat us all at that game here.
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