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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2007 9:05:12 GMT
I'm still in a tavern.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 4, 2007 22:32:39 GMT
Hunter had just been about to asnwer to Vega when the little hell broke loose. He immidiately had taken out his pistol and thought about defending his ship first and foremost..but maybe it wasn't needed now. A bit startled and confused he looked at the man who was talking to them.
"umm.." he snapped out of it, looked from the ship to the man and lowered his pistol
"Well who's asking?"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 4, 2007 22:34:13 GMT
"Aye, who is asking?"
Vega tilted her head a bit to see the ship behind the new man here. She wasn't much for allegiance... especially if there was something better right around the corner.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 4, 2007 22:35:23 GMT
Will studied the man for a moment and then looked over at the ship they were looking at before. As less people knew of the entire adventure, the better it was.
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Post by nathanielhawk on Jun 4, 2007 22:55:12 GMT
"Ahh, so you answer my question with another question" Morgan said, before turning around and raising his hands in a dramatic gesture, and spinning around again to face them once more.
"Morgan Barret Aubrey, is my moniker. Matchlock Morgan some call me. A skilled practioner of the styles of swordsmanship, and a marksman without match!" he declared with theatrical flare, as he took a long flintlock pistol from his belt. Flourishing it with easy skill, he shot off to the side without looking. A little ways away, one of the fleeing pirates fell with a cry of pain, a lead bullet lodged in his calf. Morgan smiled, before flourishing his pistol once more, and reholstering it. There was a slighty mad glint in his grey eyes as he continued
"Aye, I am indeed Matchlock Morgan. Scourge of the Spanish Main, Terror of French merchantmen from the Old World to the New. At your service" Morgan finished, with a long, elaborate bow to the group.
"Now, I have revealed my identity to you three rascallions, something I am often loathe to do. If you be so kind as to introduce yourselves?" Morgan voice regained some normalcy as he straightened up to look the three in the eyes.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 4, 2007 22:58:52 GMT
"umm...Captain Hunter"
he introduced himself, far more short introduction than what Mr. Matchlock had done here
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Post by Devyn on Jun 5, 2007 0:08:29 GMT
Vega was slightly in awe by his lavish flourishes and she smirked a little when he shot the man to the side so easily-- indeed a pirate Captain. Had to be. He talked enough. Maybe even more than her father, a hard thing to accomplish.
"Vega Sparrow. How do you do, Matchlock Morgan, was it?"
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Post by nathanielhawk on Jun 5, 2007 0:48:44 GMT
"Hunter, are you. And just what do you hunt?" Morgan said slyly, his eyes glancing from Hunter to the girl standing right next to him. Morgan had built up a reputation for madness and drunkeness during his voyages across the Caribbean. Though whether it was a facade or the real thing was debatable.
The wondrously insane glint in his eye disappeared, and he became deadly serious as Morgan heard the name 'Sparrow'. He took a step towards the group, his face blank, yet clearly serious.
"Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow are you?" he asked, the regular look on his face returning, though his voice was slighty less cheerful than it had been before.
"And you, boy, what shall I call you?" Morgan asked, turning to the black-haired youth that remained nameless to him. He grinned as he waited for the name.
"While we wait for that mystery to be revealed, allow me to introduce me ship. The Golden Eagle!" he declared, sweeping his arm towards the frigate sitting out in harbour, her cannons still roaring in the night.
"34 guns, a hull of solid oak and she's fast to boot. Very fast, if she's handled right" he announced his ship's capabilities, clearly proud of the gold-striped frigate. Every sailor was in love with his ship, Matchlock Morgan was no exception.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 5, 2007 5:49:40 GMT
"Will Turner" Will introduced himself, folding his arms infrond of his chest.
The man was insane. There was no doubt with that. Somehow he reminded him a tiny bit of what he had heard about Jack Sparrow.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 5, 2007 8:34:31 GMT
A few hours later and the tavern is a completely covered with fighting men and screaming women.
I roll my eyes, witnessing it all but not feeling like being a part of this.
I leave the tavern and go outside, look around and realize that once again I still don't have a goal, a chance to get out of here :-\
I head towards the dock.
My sleepingplace
Has been for a couple of months really.
I could also go to my mother's place, but I doubt Giselle would welcome me with open arms. And besides I can't stand her way of life. The wench-ness..
So I choose my own path.
When I arrive at the docks I look around. It only takes me a few seconds to notice the guy and girl from the tavern earlier, now checking out a ship.
I sit down on a barrel and study them. Specially that boy. Cause he said something earlier, that had a good ring to it..
I try to make eyecontact with him..
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