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Post by kasana on Nov 17, 2007 1:52:12 GMT
She sat on the Dutchman, a spy for Lord Beckett now. She knelt there, scrubbing the deck. Wheres the Captain? She heard a voice, "Hey Wench! Go and get the Captain." Maccus yelled at her. She simply nodded, slowly walking to Davy Jones' quarters. She let out a silent murmur, knocking on the door. "Capt'n?" she said, her voice revealed the fear and her eyes revealed the anger in her eyes. Anger towards Cutler Beckett for putting her up to this. She was still part of the crew, even though she worked for Beckett.
She pushed the door open slightly, taking a few steps inside but making sure she had a way of fast escape if he grew angry. She'd been on there for at least a hundred years, she'd lost a game of dice; so she was on there for at least four hundred more years.
"Davy Jones?"
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Post by ciajones on Nov 17, 2007 1:55:28 GMT
"Aye?" Came the tormented answer. Soft music drifted in the air. It was the song he shared with Calypso. "What be yer need to come to me now?"
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Post by kasana on Nov 17, 2007 1:58:11 GMT
"The...crew sent me to ask you to come up onto the deck...I don't know why though..." she managed to say, she heard the music and immediately ran up the stairs; having recognised it. She'd been on the Dutchman since its beginning, she'd never realised what the song meant til now.
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Post by ciajones on Nov 17, 2007 2:03:36 GMT
Davy stood and stalked out of his cabin, closing the locket that played heart wrenching music. He stood before his crew.
"What do ye need?"
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Post by kasana on Nov 17, 2007 2:07:04 GMT
"We're sailin' into a storm Captain." Maccus said, "And this tortugan wench can not control the wheel." Maccus said; he wanted to piss her off. She clenched a fist, walking up to the wheel as she grabbed it; spinning it wildly, she chuckled quietly. The ship spun around, she began steering it towards the heart of the storm where the lightning brewed.
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Post by ciajones on Nov 17, 2007 2:10:25 GMT
"We sail into the storm." He looked knowingly at his Bosun. Bosun chuckled and the crew prepared to go under the storm.
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Post by kasana on Nov 17, 2007 2:13:29 GMT
Kasana stood there, guiding the ship towards the lightning; a cold smirk on her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind hit her face; she breathed quietly. "Against the wind..." she said quietly.
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Post by ciajones on Nov 17, 2007 2:16:39 GMT
Davy stared at the storm thinking how his daughter had been much like this storm and her mother: untamable as the sea. And then she had gone and had fallen in love with.....him. He squinted at the rememberance of the debtor who claimed his daughter's heart.
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Post by kasana on Nov 17, 2007 2:18:55 GMT
Kasana stood there, she released the wheel; letting the ship go out of control. She simply stood on deck as the wildness threw some of the crew flying into parts of the ship. She just stood there, as if nothing could move her.
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Post by ciajones on Nov 17, 2007 2:21:00 GMT
Davy stared at this young wench holding the wheel. She wasn't daunted by the storm.
(It's okay with me, Lyds.)
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