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Post by lydiasparrow on Dec 5, 2007 3:47:35 GMT
"No, you are a Pirate! They need rest." Lydia trembled beside Beckett.......
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Dec 5, 2007 10:03:03 GMT
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Post by lydiasparrow on Dec 5, 2007 12:48:00 GMT
(excuse me? Here, it's simple, Beckett and Lydia are deathy ill. Except for the part about the pirate blood, (which I don't get) It's simple. You're dying.)
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Post by ciajones on Dec 5, 2007 17:28:38 GMT
(Thomas needs real pirate blood to make him strong. The Beckett blood to make him noble.)
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Post by lydiasparrow on Dec 5, 2007 17:39:56 GMT
(Yeah, just go with it, we'll explain, okay, Cutler?)
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Post by ciajones on Dec 5, 2007 17:48:21 GMT
(if you ever get confused, then me and lyds are doin' our job right. XD)
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Post by lydiasparrow on Dec 5, 2007 18:01:02 GMT
(Well I never! *pouts* Yes, let's continue cough and ACTION!)
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Dec 7, 2007 0:50:08 GMT
Cutler Beckett tried to get up with weakness, his legs him trembled, he had never felt so sick as now and it was not known the cause. With the face given to his chest , of his lips a few words threatening went out but that were supporting the tone falling calm everlasting. "Before having, pirate bleeds in my veins, I prefer the death, the same death that you are going to have "
And extracting forces wherefrom it could, winning to the weakness, with rapidity it took his son in his arms, it was the first time that was doing it since he saw it with Lydia and went out running of the room in the direction of his camera. When entered , it closed the door behind his and again the weakness was conquering him, wanted to lie in his bed, along with his son, if it had to die, it would do it there, next to him...
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Post by lydiasparrow on Dec 7, 2007 0:56:47 GMT
Lydia was shaking violently beside Beckett in the bed. All three of them were sick. "C-cutler," She stuttered. "I-I don't think we're going to make it...............so........" She stuttered, taking their sun and kissing him with mother's love, put him in a crib in Beckett's room, then slowly laid down beside Beckett. "W-want to make love?" She said, her voice weak, as she began to halucinate.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Dec 7, 2007 1:08:54 GMT
He opened his eyes when hear his words. Looked to her awnsered....." I can´t do make love, Lydia......."
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