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Post by Hannah on May 26, 2007 18:54:44 GMT
I hear a familiar voice and turn my gaze away from the moon. I goan softly to myself when I realize it is Jack. It is too late to escape now though so I simply continue walking, ignoring him and the whore.
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Post by Jacky on May 26, 2007 18:57:51 GMT
"Look who we got there." I lean on the girl heavily as I sway forward a little at the sight of Ana. "Ana, my love. Out and about so late at night?" I flash her a goldtoothed grin. "Or are you running from angry pirates again?" I inquire.
The girl next to me giggles. Makes me wonder what's so funny to her.
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Post by Hannah on May 26, 2007 18:59:56 GMT
My eyes dart over to him when he addresses me "Runing away from you." I smile sweetly. "You are scaring me." I inform him with a small grin, ignoring the girl because she seems to be the personification of stupidity.
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Post by Jacky on May 26, 2007 19:02:05 GMT
"I knew I would." I smirk and look at the girl at my side, "you see, she's madly in love with me but in state of denial."
I look back to Ana and smile as if I didn't just say that.
"Where you going, luv?"
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Post by Hannah on May 26, 2007 19:03:56 GMT
"Oh yes, I am kissing his feet." I comment sarcasticly. "Home." I inform him and start walking again since he starts to get on my nerves like this. I don't like guys who think they are funny.. when they are not
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Post by Jacky on May 26, 2007 19:05:56 GMT
"Right.. well, see you again soon, luv. Don't get into trouble!"
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Post by Hannah on May 26, 2007 19:08:48 GMT
"How about you stop calling me "luv", sunshine?" I call over my shoulder at him. Goodness.. it would be nice if he would stop talking to me and.. shag that whore or whatever. I ignore the fact that I talked back to him.
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 11:06:44 GMT
"She's a mean one." The skinny girl informs Jack.
"Aye.. quite unlike the rest of the civilisation of Tortuga, eh?" I muse.
She nods enthusiastically, glad she's agreeing. "So you think she's nasty too?"
I smirk, don't answer her, but tighten my grip around her waist. "Let's go t' yer home, shall we?" I fail to answer her question.
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 11:10:45 GMT
The next day I am sitting at the docks, staring at the water. My eyes are stinging but I simply refuse to cry. Not now.. not because of a guy.
He told me that he didn't like me anymore and that he wouldn't .. god. It is not worth it. Is it? I swallow and pull my hat some more over my eyes
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 11:38:14 GMT
Not far from there, I'm wandering near the side of the docks. I'm looking at all the ships. The ground under my feet has started to itch, and I needa go to sea. I feel the urge, and I know no better than to reply to it. So I'm starting to look what vessel best to sail..
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