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Post by Lauren on Aug 7, 2009 9:05:12 GMT
"Nothing's wrong with me," Jack said, with a shrug. "I'm not risking losing the map, that's all,"
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Post by Hannah on Aug 7, 2009 9:06:00 GMT
"Didn't you just tell me yesterday that you trust me?" Ana wondered aloud and got back onto her feet. Men were just generally.. weird.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 7, 2009 9:07:07 GMT
"I do trust you," Jack said. "It's everyone else I don't trust,"
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Post by Hannah on Aug 8, 2009 15:16:39 GMT
Ana frowned a bit. "And therefore I am not allowed to look at it?" She wondered
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2009 15:32:20 GMT
Jack looked at her, eyebrow raised, as if the reason should be obvious. "You never know who's snooping when you least expect it,"
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Post by Hannah on Aug 8, 2009 15:40:34 GMT
Ana looked at him. "Alright.." She mumbled and looked down.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 8, 2009 15:48:31 GMT
Jack sat in silence for a few minutes. He took out his water flask, secretly filled with rum, and took a sip. He'd have to make it last for the whole walk until they got to food or water or immortality, whichever came first.
"So ..." He said at last. "Tired yet? We've still got a long way to go,"
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Post by boo radley on Aug 8, 2009 20:15:26 GMT
Arielle looked at Mae. She seemed as if in a trance. "Hullo?" She shrugged and went back to her things.
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Post by alldrenched on Aug 10, 2009 6:19:29 GMT
Mae hadn't listened to anything Jack said, she had slipped off the ship easily enough. She hadn't gone to kill Stewart, she was busy enough buying things in town and preparing herself to follow the group, or, if she lost them, her bits of map.
She bought a canteen and a local map in town and she had spent hours comparing the two. She had matched a few places, but then, there was odd typography on her stomach that matched nothing. Lines that seemed to mimic mountains near the left corner of her stomach, or the west on the map.
Stewart sat in the brig, far away from the chamber pot. No one had changed it that day, everyone seemed distracted. He waited for Ms Faustine to barge in at any moment, but she never came. The rest of the group played games with anything they could find, or rattled the bars, but he sat,damning his luck.
Everyone who might have been entertaining to eavesdrop on seemed to have gone to shore, or they were holding their tongue. At least one mangy mute man remembered to bring them food, though it was only some water and hardtack. People on deck were roasting fish, and others were coming back from shore with good food, he could smell it.
He rolled over on the bench and went to sleep.
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Post by boo radley on Aug 14, 2009 5:38:21 GMT
Arielle began reading her book, waiting for something to happen. As of now, all that mattered to her was to lay low.  |
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