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Post by Hannah on Aug 3, 2006 11:31:49 GMT
A lot of bad new arrived in Poseidion since a few weeks.. maybe it have been month my now. I don’t know.. I don’t remember.. and at the moment; I don’t care.
Ever since I had that dream, I can’t stop thinking about him. It is not like I didn’t think of him before... but now it is more real… there is no more pain when I think of him. Before I couldn’t stop crying.. I didn’t go outside my room in weeks… and now…
I get up from my chair, look into the mirror and straighten my hair a bit. I guess I looked better before.. but things have to be done now.
I swim over to the door and open it, calling for a servant. Once he arrived I give him the order to find the dead body of Captain Jack Sparrow…
Days pass without any news.. without any news. Then finally, after about a week, he arrives in my hometown, the White City.
They carry him into the great hall. There is no water there, one of the few places here, on the deepest place of the ocean that is water free. I hurry over to the place where they put him and look down at him.
His face is pale and he feels cold. I slowly stroke his cheek while tears start to run down my cheeks again. I bend my head and my lips touch his. If there would be anything in this world I could do to bring him back.. I would do it.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 3, 2006 11:40:26 GMT
Behind Faith, in the doorway of the hall, her father was witnessing the scene. As the servents carried the lifeless body of Jack Sparrow inside, he frowned a little. Whatever his daughter was doing, she was doing it without his knowladge. At first it bothered him.. Faith had been neglecting her duties for a while now, and now this?
But now when he sees his daughter crying over the lifeless body of her former lover, he sighs. With a gesture only he dismisses the servant out of the room, and once there was just the two of them left he steps forward. "It's too late, Faith." He says softly. He puts a hand on her shoulder gently. "Why did you bring him here?"
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Post by Hannah on Aug 3, 2006 18:47:31 GMT
When I hear my father speak, I turn around and look up at him. Tears are still rolling down my cheeks.
"Please.." I whisper and fall down on my knees, my shoulders shaking of crying. I put my hands in frond of my eyes and when I finally manage to look up at him, my eyes are begging.
"please..." I whisper again. "make him.." I am not able to finish my sentence, since I start crying again.
Maybe a queen shouldnt let herself go like this.. but there is no way to calm down for me at the moment. He was there.. the captain.. my captain.. the pirate.. and now...
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 9:21:01 GMT
His eyes turn somewhat darker as he eventually realizes his daughter's intentions. "Faith, death is not something you easily decide upon or not." He says, his voice somewhat stricter now.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 4, 2006 9:23:33 GMT
I nod slowly and look down, trying to calm down. "... He has to help me.. save the people.." I whisper. "I cant do it myself.. I dont.. have the strength" my voice can barely be heared when i say the last words.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 9:28:21 GMT
Her father now frowns slightly.. his expression serious, but with a hint of a question on his face. "And how could *he* help?" He asks. It's a state of crisis in Poseidion after all.. any idea that could save them is an idea worth trying.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 4, 2006 9:34:02 GMT
I look up at him and tell him exact the same words, Jack told me in the dream I had about him some time ago "When there's no hope one can only hope for a plan daft enough to bring hope to the mind of the hopeless..."
I am not sure if there is a way to convice my father that he has to bring Jack back to me.. but I have to try.. I need to try.. I need him by my side
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 9:40:23 GMT
A bitter smile touches Poseidon's lips when his daughter says that. He never liked Jack Sparrow much, but even he can hear that particular slur of the daft captain behind that message. "Are those his words, or yours?" He therefore asks. When his daughter doesn't answer he sighs thoughtfully.
It's true though.
Whatever the girl's got up her sleeve.. if it'll help, it would be worth it.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 4, 2006 9:46:37 GMT
"if he lives.. he will help.." I tell my father and get slowly onto my feet, controling myself and my emotions again, seeing my father might be helping. He has too.. he knows we dont have any other chance. Our people are in danger; great danger. And like me, he can feel it.
The ocean doesnt entirely listen to us anymore.. the heart that was taken was also impotant for us.. and now.. we have to do something, if it is not already too late.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 4, 2006 9:49:04 GMT
He nods, looking his daughter in the eye. "I hope this'll work out as you suppose it will." He admits. He sighs and looks down to the dead body of Jack Sparrow once again. "Leave the room." He tells Faith.
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