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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 14:39:07 GMT
As she decends the stairs towards the deck I tilt my head a little to the side as I watch her go. I smirk slowly.
She's probably the only one aboard who realizes I'm lying about my intentions. Gibbs might have a clue, but he never bothers to think twice about it. Ana, on the contrary, likes to mingle in other people's business..
Smart lass.
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 14:44:16 GMT
We sail for about 5 days. Since the ships are both fast we make it faster than any other ship would make it accross the Atlantic.
On the fifth morning the shout "LAND HO!" Can be heard from the crowsnest and not much later the same yell comes from the Pearl.
I walk ondecks, walk to the railing and pull out my spyglass. I look at the land and a grin appears on my face.
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 15:05:10 GMT
As my crew is working to get ready to drop canvas and anchor, I'm at the railing at the front of the ship. I lean my elbows down on it, observing the rocky shores of England. The cliffs look unfriendly in this weather (grey and overcast with clouds).
My mood isn't the best of them. A combination of the bad weather, the sight of the Kingdom of England ahead and the silent doubt whether the heart'll be there lean heavily on my state of mind.
Briefly, I touch my arm just above my wrist, where the P-brand is a sickening pale in contrast to the rest of my tanned skin.
I never cared much for this part of the world.
Ships, at the horizon. The sight of the two silouttes in the distance had drawn me from my house near the seaside. Sea-travel is near these shores, and curiosity had overcome the indifference.
I walk outside, bare-feeted in the cold grass, and squint my eyes to get a clearer view of the two vessels..
The Black Pearl. The colors of her sails give her away first of the two. A smile briefly touches my lips at the recognition, as I suppose Jack is at the helm. I never even heard of the fact that Barbossa regained the ship after our last venture...
The second vessel keeps me puzzled for some longer. Until I recognize the shape, the crocodile like bow, the rough wood and the high masts. I let out a scream in excitement as I realize it's the Flying Dutchman!
Not even wondering how it came here, I pick up my skirts and rush towards the path which will lead down to the shoreline.
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 15:12:16 GMT
I walk over to the frond of the ship where Jack is standing and stand next to him without saying anything. The closer we got to England the worse his mood seems to become.
As we come closer to the shore, I see a small figure standing on the rocky beach. It really is quiet different here than the Caribbean.
"Lower the longboat!" I tell some men. "Go and get her." I stand on the railing, watching her hair blow in the wind without being able to get her aboard myself.
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 15:47:20 GMT
"Of all the land in the world," I mumble, noticing Ana's presence without looking aside to locate her. "England is by the far the least imaginitive."
I push myself away from the railing, and retreat towards the helm.
Elizabeth reaches the water, and she steps into the ocean doubtlessly. When the water reaches to her knees she waits for the longboat to come, impatiently. Her eyes are on the Dutchman where she tries to find the silouette of her husband.
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 15:49:58 GMT
"Nice to see you again." Bootstrap greets his daughter in law with a warm smile and reaches out his hand to help her into the longboat.
Once she is in the boat the start rowing back towards the Dutchman.
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 15:51:11 GMT
"How did you get here?" Elizabeth asks, pushing her hair back behind her ears. "Why are you here? How come.. it's been a month!" She shivers. A combination of the cold, the surprise and excitment.. but also confusion. "Is Will alright?" She presses.
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 15:53:09 GMT
"Who do ya think who's doing this is?" He asks darkly and nods towards the Pearl.
"Yes.. Captain Turner is alright.." He smirks a bit at her eagerness. "He can't wait to see you"
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Post by Jacky on May 27, 2007 19:19:11 GMT
Elizabeth smiles meekly and sits back, staring at the Flying Dutchman impatiently as they start to approach it. She doesn't understand .. not what happened, or why they're here, but she's glad about it. At least.. she hopes it's not bad news..
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Post by Hannah on May 27, 2007 19:22:13 GMT
When the longboat finally reaches the Dutchman I reach out my hand to help Elizabeth ondecks. As soon as she is I pull her close to me, catching her lips in a passionated kiss.
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