AnnaxxBlack
Cannibal
Jack Sparrow's Proud Wench
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Post by AnnaxxBlack on May 25, 2009 19:11:58 GMT
I grinned at him. "Very interesting, yes." I turned around to face the ocean, staring past the sails. It was beautiful from here...
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Post by alldrenched on May 25, 2009 21:28:13 GMT
While she turned around he stared a bit, eyes roaming over her, then landing on her arse. "Mmm, yes," he mumbled softly.
"Hmm, it is your bed so I suppose," she said, patting a spot on it near the headboard. She crossed her legs and ran her fingers through her hair, mussing it a bit.
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Post by boo radley on May 25, 2009 21:34:51 GMT
I grin and swagger over. Then, instead of doing as she expects, you know, making love and all that... I simply pass out.
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Post by alldrenched on May 25, 2009 21:47:44 GMT
I grin, glad for it, I had no plans to actually go to bed with him, even if I was going to literally be in bed with him. I sighed a bit though, realising now I couldn't attempt to flirt our destination out of him. I stand up and help push him into bed properly, as now just his face and chest are on it though he is still sort of kneeling on the floor. I smirk and pull the blanket out from under him and pull it over him up to his neck. I contemplate rolling him on his stomach but I find it too difficult, I move him onto his side though, so he won't choke or anything if he gets sick. I then decide to take this opportunity to peek through his maps, looking for any markings that might indicate where we were heading.
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Post by boo radley on May 25, 2009 21:53:14 GMT
Good thing I didn't mark my maps, I think as I roll over.
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Post by alldrenched on May 25, 2009 22:15:58 GMT
(hehe!)
I sigh, noticing this, though I do see some interesting maps here, odd ones, some rather old, others that seem to be of places I have never heard of. I pick one up, it says something ridiculous, Atlantis, I giggle to myself, hmm, so maybe we are going to one of the fairytale places.
I decide that this is not very useful at all, except to tell me that I might be captained by a crazy man. I stand up again and decide to go check on things above deck.
I make my way up the stairs.
Joey hears her come and looks back.
I pull a bottle of palm wine out of my bag and gesture to it.
"Um, Anna, do you think you could take the wheel again, just for a moment?" He left, not really listening to the answer, he followed Lola down the stairs and into the mostly empty crew's quarters.
I get Joey to lay down, I pull up his shirt and wince when I see the gash. It is deep, and around the edges there are blistered burns, it looks terrible and incredibly painful.
Joey watches her wince, he smiles a bit, he has become numb to it, or so he tells himself. It has been open like this for days, maybe a week or two, he can't remember.
I wet a small silk scarf with the palm wine, I can smell the intense alcohol as I pour it. I take the scarf and press it against the wound, cringing a bit as I know it will sting.
Joey bites his tongue and closes his eyes as she moves to clean the wound. Bubbling, PAIN, SEARING! He sucks in air and coughs a bit in pain.
I sigh, I hate doing this but he won't do it and it will get infected. I wince a bit as he coughs, I wipe more at the wound, trying to hurry up. I pull the cloth away and look down at it, it is crusted with blood and dirt, and the salt that had dried onto and into his wound.
Joey opens his eyes now and lays there silently. He liked this, as painful as it was he liked being close to her, being cared for by her. He watched as she wiped one more time with the clean side. This time she pressed more, cleaning the wound in a less superficial way, he couldn't hold back a small scream, though he felt foolish immediately after.
I pushed down his shirt again and I kiss him on the forehead.
Joey stands and smiles at Lola,"Thanks," he says softly then he turns to head back to the deck,"I better get the wheel from that girl before we hit a reef or something," he calls back, explaining why he was leaving so quickly. That wasn't the truth though, he wanted to get away from Lola, he didn't like to see her care about him, he didn't like to love her for it. He rushed back, despite the pain in his side and stomach.
I watched him go, then turned and wandered the halls, picking up a bottle of rum and reentering the Captain's quarters.
He started to sneak up on Anna, grabbing the wheel and her hands from behind her, hoping to scare her and also giving him reason to touch her.
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Post by boo radley on May 26, 2009 2:00:53 GMT
I snored and rolled over.
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Post by alldrenched on May 26, 2009 2:12:52 GMT
I glance at the bed, still tired, and start to dig in my bag. I pull out a small quilt, then I climb onto the bed and over him, making myself comfortable on the other side. I pull the quilt over myself and start to doze off as well.
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Post by boo radley on May 26, 2009 16:56:57 GMT
I wake up to to see moonlight. Lovely. I get up and stretch and walk about, leaving Miss Evans asleep. "As you will, Madame," I say.
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AnnaxxBlack
Cannibal
Jack Sparrow's Proud Wench
Posts: 297
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Post by AnnaxxBlack on May 26, 2009 22:32:27 GMT
I jump a little. I hadn't been paying attention as he walked up. I'd been staring out into the water. "OH, it's you. Where did you go?" I asked curiously. I glanced back at him but didn't move from the wheel.
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