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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 23:32:26 GMT
"Captain?" Joey asks giving a confused glance to Lola.
"The storm broke our anchor away from us!" I yell over, grabbing the wheel and righting the ship, the rain is beating down even harder now.
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 23:41:02 GMT
"WHAT?" I yell back. Wait, the lady was the captain? Never seen that happen before. "ERM -" I think for half a second. Actually less than half a second. Actually -
"Jack, hurry up!" Ana yells. She points at the hurricane, which is coming closer. "We don't have all the time in the world, or I'll take the helm."
"IT'S RESOLVED THEN, A UNANIMOUS VOTE," I say. "TAKE A ROPE AND GET ON HERE, YOU TWO, AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. THE REST O' YOU LOT CAN SWIM, EH?" I grin to myself. "AND HURRY UP!" The hurricane's pretty damn close, and it takes no fool to be able to tell.
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 23:47:49 GMT
"You all into the boat!" I yelled to the two other men on the ship. I nodded for Joey too as well. As they swung over I ran into the heart of the ship and gathered a leather bag full of maps, jewels and pearls. I grabbed my coat and slipped it over my now soaked clothing and ran back onto the deck. I tied the wheel facing the island and opened the sails fully.
Just as Ana had sent a rope over for me I grabbed it, dropped to my knees and kissed the deck of the Maniot, than rode it over, unable to look back as the seas attempted to swallow her once and for all.
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Post by boo radley on May 21, 2009 23:52:46 GMT
They're on my ship. And their blasted ship is now at the bottom. "FULL SAIL, ALL HANDS TO THE DECK, SCURRY! I WANT MOVEMENT, UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR ARSES STUCK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA! MOVE IT! DAVY JONES'S LOCKER AWAITS YOU IF YOU DON' HURRY UP! I WANT MOVEMENT!!" I scream at the men. It's time against death. And the Pearl is the fastest ship in the world, so if we pull out just on time, we'll make it through. I grab the helm and turn so we're parallel to the storm. It feels like the end of the earth. But this is hurricane season, and we're in the Caribbean, so tough luck, loves. [[hey, you gonna RP voyage? haha just wondering  ]] |
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Post by alldrenched on May 21, 2009 23:57:22 GMT
I dropped to the deck with a boom and I collapsed, unable to watch the storm eat the Maniot. I had taken that ship from her proper crew, a band of merchants, and I alone had manned her for years, later picking her a crew out of laziness and pride (I wanted to be a Captain,) I had picked her name (Maniot being an old Greek term for pirates), I had loved her, despite the fact that I could have claimed a larger ship for myself.
I watched the rain pour onto the deck solemnly.
( I wasn't sure if we should have the Dutchman come like Arielle's dream or if it should just be a British mercantile ship this time)
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Post by boo radley on May 22, 2009 0:01:33 GMT
Now.... three, two, one and - we're finally away from the hurricane. Far away. I slump against a bucket. "That was close." Anamaria shrugs. "Yes, well."She holds out a bottle of rum. I grin. "I'd always accept... this isn't an invitation, by any chance, is it?" I raise my eyebrows. "Lord, you'd wish."I shrug. "Your call." I drink down and look over. It's the woman from the... what's it called... Man Chariot or something. Sounds like a brothel-ship, but I doubt it. She's got a pretty face, but whatever woman doesn't wouldn't get to try me out for size, and I am, after all, God's gift to women. All women. Pretty women, ugly women, but ugly women generally don't get the time of day. At all. Whatsoever. "Erm. Hi," I say to her, with a shrug. (erm I don't care. Your pick haha. So long as I have something to do, 'cos being down there alone in the brig is quite boring  ) |
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Post by alldrenched on May 22, 2009 0:04:27 GMT
I glance up at the eccentric man before me, "ello," I say softly. I should thank him but I can't. I can't even will myself to stand. I toss my hair out of my face and slip off my jacket, hoping to dry a bit in the sun.
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Post by boo radley on May 22, 2009 0:07:41 GMT
I stare. Her clothes are wet. Very, very wet. Reminds me of when I was fifteen and that creole woman twice my size taught me the ways of the world. Whatever.
"What's your name, luv?" I ask. Better to know who the hell it is that's suddenly occupying a portion of my ship. "And what the blazes are you doing here?" My domain, lady. The Caribbean.... all mine. Hah. I once longed to say it, now I actually could. I wink and drink a bit more of the rum. "Ahh."
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Post by alldrenched on May 22, 2009 0:11:47 GMT
"Lola Evans," I hold back from saying Captain. I stand finally," And what do you mean what am I doing here?"
(When is this taking place? I assumed before the movies)
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Post by boo radley on May 22, 2009 0:20:43 GMT
"Mind your attitude, luv," I say with a little grin. "I mean, in the middle of a hurricane? In the Caribbean? When it's apparent that it's hurricane season here, most pirates head off to... I dunno... the Indian Ocean, mayhap."
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