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Post by beckett on Oct 30, 2007 15:55:43 GMT
::Lord Beckett was admiring the industrial port from the immense balcony of his office. He was feeling the breeze of the sea in his face with gentleness and the sun made him squint his pale blue eyes . He would never find a better place to enjoy the sea than in his balcony. He make use that it was alone, Mercer was not to inform him about everything happened in the city and his agenda was free, had two hours before meeting Mrs Catalina de Ribera,a species of Spanish ambassadress who had come to Port Royale in order to supervise his methods of execution. A smile full of pleasure appeared in his lips, a few expressive lips that were reflecting the majority of his emotions, but his face was always calmed and inexpressive::
:: He sighed and saw in the distance his ship, the powerful Endeavor. Later it would take his horse and would approach the port to ask to lieutenant Gillette for a report on the provisions that they had embarked for his next trip to the China sea ::
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Post by jcksprwlvr789 on Oct 30, 2007 23:58:09 GMT
{I didn't see a crew application so if you don't want me to post just say so.}
Scarlett strolled onto the dock of Port Royal.Her brown, glossy curls were flapping, gracefully in the wind.Her bright and expressive green eyes were searching the town for a certain, a man whom desperatley wanted to kill.As she reached town she quickly manuvered around the English, due to the fact that there was indeed a price on her head.
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Post by beckett on Oct 31, 2007 0:14:30 GMT
:: Cutler Beckett, kept on enjoying the breeze of the sea and the vision of his ship, powerful, threatening as him. An ambitious smile showed in his lips, knowing that one day would have the entire power of Port Royale and later the finished control of EITC. It kept on looking at the sea until his eyes rapidly turned aside towards the pirate who had come to port. Again he smiled knowing that very soon it would be hung. He closed more at the edge of the balcony and looked at her fixedly in silence, as if it was a wolf that had seen his prey::
(OCC: Dont worry))
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Post by jcksprwlvr789 on Oct 31, 2007 1:03:29 GMT
Scarlett looked up towards a balcony, to see the man she had been searching for, Lord Cutler Beckett.She smiled and tipped her hat.The she disappeared into the darkness.She found the entrance to the house he was in and opened the door using the graciou gift Tia Dahlma gave her.She slowly walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of his room, her gun raised.
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Post by beckett on Oct 31, 2007 10:07:33 GMT
::Beckett did not move when it heard the door closing. The pirate had managed to deceive his guard for to enter the office:: " It is much risked on your part to bring in my office, pirate. But, believe me sometimes, I admire your value ":: His words went out of his lips as small hisses, as the hisses of a snake. There were a few words full of sarcasm and irony.
::He was not turned, his slender figure, proud, rigid and firm it remained looked towards the horizon, towards the sea, as his face that was remaining inexpressive, alone his lips were reflecting a syly smile::
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Post by jcksprwlvr789 on Oct 31, 2007 18:34:26 GMT
"Well my lord, those words are like poison coming from a man of great deciet.Even a pirate would admit that."she purred.Scarlett was to impatient for these mind games and and simply kicked down the door.She strutted over to him, revealing a blade from her dress.She held it up to his throat."Beautiful view."she whispered in his ear.
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Post by beckett on Oct 31, 2007 20:28:19 GMT
:: Cutler Beckett when felt the sharp sheet of his knife in his throat, lifted the head and his eyes, colds as the ice looked at the pirate, only his lips formed a smile, it was not afraid to the death, it had never had had it:: " But always I have been disliked by the bad polite of the pirates and his absence of civilization. Leave to me that I asked you about it; Do You want my death, truth?:: He asked her with irony without eliminating the smile of his lips. He had always been a word ´s master and before fighting, preferred solving the "matters" of civilized form, although that one pirate was lacking it..
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Post by jcksprwlvr789 on Oct 31, 2007 20:34:42 GMT
Scarlett smiled.She loosened her hold on his neck and before pulling away she ran the blade across the side of his face leaving a slit on his cheek."Now to get to buissness, where is he?"she asked.She looked straight into the man's cold eyes.
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Post by beckett on Oct 31, 2007 20:42:41 GMT
::Beckett turned his head sharply as she cut his cheek, drawing blood. The cut stang, but Beckett forced himself to ignore the pain for now. Only looked at the pirate and with rapidity took of the secret pocket of his elegant overcoat his small gun, of only one shot, but lethal. Was it always loading her, every day was making sure that should prepare for any clash::
:: He looked her at the eyes and it was walking with slow steps around him without stopping aiming at her with his small gun, being feeling the blood to slide for his cheek::
"Whom you look, pirate? ":: He asked her squinting his eyes without separating his eyes of theirs.
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Post by jcksprwlvr789 on Oct 31, 2007 20:45:55 GMT
Scarlett drew her gun."A certain captain Sparrow.I know you know where he is and your going to tell me."she said, her voice stern.She pointed the gun at him and smirked.
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