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Post by Devyn on Jun 26, 2006 16:38:22 GMT
I go to the bar counter and order some rum, drumming my fingers on the top as I wait for the pretty lil' barmaid to make it for me.
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Post by Lyz on Jun 26, 2006 16:45:17 GMT
I smile at her words, thinking the exact same thing. If you look around, you would think that all of these people got a secret. All of them got something to hide..
That's it! I turn back to Fran.
"What we need is information."
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Post by Lana on Jun 26, 2006 16:48:39 GMT
I narrow my eyes, watching her curiously... Information, information... Information is always useful and always good. But how could it help now?.. I bite my lip slightly, glancing at the pirate, then back at Amy... and suddenly, I smirk:
"Are you saying..." - I start, tilting my head to the side a bit, - "that we need information for blackmailing the pirate and *making* him take us aboard?"
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 16:57:48 GMT
"aha.." I say and study the chick ".. jack sparrow.." I tell her then and get up, since most of the chicks start to freak once they heared jacks name. i kinda hate that.
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Post by kayui on Jun 26, 2006 16:59:54 GMT
Jack sparrow... I've heard that name before.... I heard is being spoken around my parents plantation... by the sailors when i was on the ship... he seems more of a legend than flesh and blood. Strange... why would he be here? I finish the drink and dont care why he's here any more.
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Post by Devyn on Jun 26, 2006 17:02:14 GMT
Once I have my mug of rum, I turn and lean my back against the bar to watch everyone in the tavern-- Is is just me, or are there tons of pretty girls here tonight?
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Post by Lyz on Jun 26, 2006 17:02:35 GMT
I answer her smirk with one of my own. - "That is exactly what I mean."
The deal now will be figuring out how we will get the information we want.
I let my eyes travel to the pirate. We have to find something that will touch this man. But how and what will that possibly be?
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 17:04:17 GMT
before they actually have time to freak i make my way over to the bar and tell the chick to get me some rum. i steal some money of the dude standing next to me, who has really pretty dark eyes.. and enough money most likely
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Post by Lana on Jun 26, 2006 17:04:23 GMT
"Aha!" - I hear a name. *The* name. Finding something on a man with a name is much more real than when you know nothing except for 'he's wearing a red bandana, cool moustaches and a goatee and looks pretty hot'.
"Amy, don't you think that luck has just turned it's face towards us?" - I smirk. - "Instead of it's @ss?"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 26, 2006 17:08:42 GMT
I don't miss the feeling when one of those pretty girls, standing beside me at the bar pickpockets some of the money from my pocket. I stand still for a minute, finishing my rum, then I glance at her, "Glad I could help you out there. Feel free to stick your hand down my pants anytime."
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