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Post by Jacky on Sept 26, 2008 8:02:06 GMT
Someone aboard who's causing all the trouble. I roll the thought through my mind, considering it. The thing is, I have a feeling she's right. There's been too much setbacks to still call 'em coincidences. The malfunctioning equipment aboard the Pearl, me compass which went crazy, two attacks in one day.. Not to forget the insane weather conditions which we came across. I hadn't thought a person could actually controll all of that though. But there's one thing I learnt about ancient indian tribes. They're bloody insane. So chances are big that bonny whats-'r-name does have a point. A mayaman. It's not hard to pinpoint who that would be. Our newest and strangest crewmember of all, Uncas, wins the prize.
I glance back over to I-should've-remembered-'r-name, after her suggestion. "Nothing in the world is fer free, luv." I smirk, "What dye want?" If the price is too steep, I can still take me chances and take this battle on - and then kill Uncas after. She was actually kind enough to give me enough information already to let this second option exist. ...She should've been smarter than that, really...
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 26, 2008 13:06:26 GMT
(Is this a hint? CHRISTABEL in case you forgot lol) I sat down again, staring at Jack "let's see, by the time we arrived I'm guessing that whomever is bringing you bad luck probably already took the most important things away from ye right? Maps to get there? A good navigationsystem?" I was guessing, in order to figure out what I could bargain for. "But no doubt you remembered the bearings in that silly little empty head of yours, didn't you?" I lean towards him, demanding an answer in order to continue my proposal.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 27, 2008 9:19:18 GMT
(whahaha neej *ik* weet het wel.. Daarvoor heb je intro threads Maar our dear Jackyboy niet ) I lean forward too, challenging. "Fact is, tha' silly li'll head of mine is the only place in the world that still has the coordinates, darlin'. Don't stuff it with your useless chitchat, or those coordinates might jest slip me mind." I flash her a roguish grin.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 27, 2008 9:39:06 GMT
(lol dat idee had ik al maar ach, tkan nooit kwaad om het nog een keer te zeggen christabel christabel christabel ) I feel like slapping his annoying face, but I know I can't since he's needed for the coordinates indeed. "And I wouldn't push me around too much with your annoyance, since you're going to need my kindness" I snap at him. "With a few shots from my canons and your Pearl will sink to Davy Jones locker.. with you on it. So listen careful to my propesition" I get up again and start walking around yet again "I won't attack, heck I'll be as nice as to tow your ship towards the MayaIsland, since I'm the only one out of the two of us who knows how to find the island. In return for my kindness you will lead me to the treasure, we'll split it.. 50/50 .. maybe 40/60, I'm not a greedy little brat, as long as you agree....and otherwise... well..." I walk over to one of my modelminiships which I bought and I push it over "Bye bye Pearly.." I say, and quickly pick the ship up again since I like it so much and don't want it to break
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Post by Jacky on Sept 27, 2008 12:16:07 GMT
"Or," I speak up, observing her as she walks around her quarters, "I *don't* give up the bearings of the treasure. You attack the Pearl, and we'll take the challenge and see who wins. In the worst case scenario, the Pearl would be damaged beyond repair, we'd hafta take the battle over to *this* ship. We kill all of yer crew and just commandeer this floating piece of driftwood." I gesture, "Thus granting us a ship, the bearings of the treasure, and thanks to you the knowladge of who's been working against us all along."
I flash her a charming smile, leaning back in the chair. "That's another option, innit? Now.. I happen to sorta like me ship." I gesture in the direction where the Pearl would be if we could see it, "So I suppose I could agree with your proposition to tow us to the Maya-island while we fix up the Black Pearl. But, in light of these other possibilities..." I pretend to think for a second, "...I'd have to say, that treasure'll be split 70 to 30, in my favour."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 27, 2008 18:46:14 GMT
I pull out my flintlock "I said I wasn't greedy, I did not say I was stupid" I growl, his attitude is bothering me and since its my ship we're on, he'll have to follow my rules. "You and I both know that you have NO chance of winning a battle against me and my crew. Where'd ye find em? Tortuga's nearest tavern? You know they're louzy and hurt after the first battle.. " I mutter c.ocking the pistol "But hey, if you like to take your chances we might as well start the battle right here" I put the pistol to his head "But you've blew your chances of a fair start then"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 27, 2008 18:48:54 GMT
I flash her a goldtoothed grin, apparently unintimidated by the fact that her pistol is against my head (..though I have to admit, it's an uncomfortable position..). "65 to 35, then?" I suggest.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 27, 2008 18:57:57 GMT
"You wouldn't be able to do that kind of math once we'd get to the treasure. 60-40 Sparrow. How much is your Pearly worth ? Or.." While I'm talking I take his flintlock away from him and lay it on the table, precaution since he's not stupid enough to be in this gun-against-head position very long. "that's okay, you don't HAVE to answer, I can just signal to my crew right now to start blowing holes in it .. 60-40, you agreed right?" I ask again, simple black mail should get me somewhere, I think. He knows that the fair games are over if he decides not to go along with my plan.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 27, 2008 19:08:07 GMT
I can't help but smirk slightly, a golden twinkle reflecting from my smirk, when she cautiously takes my flintlockpistol away. As if I'd be stupid enough to use it here, on her territory, where her crew would shoot me to bits if I'd blow their captain to Davy Jones' Locker. I look her over once, still seemingly unbothered by the fact that she's got her pistol aimed at me. As my gaze fixes on her face again, I ask her something different first. "What's yer name again, darlin'?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 27, 2008 19:13:30 GMT
My eyes widen and I bring my hand, which was holding the pistol to Jack's head to my hips, my other hand as well "Nah-ah, you did not..." I say, completely humiliated "Captain Crystabel of the Maddog, Daughter of Pirate Lord Armand the great!" I state clearly, then quickly bring the pistol back to Jack's face.
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