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Post by boo radley on Oct 23, 2009 1:15:04 GMT
"Well, thank you very much, but I like it," said Jack. Of course, half of what she said seemed to be quite true... "I am in search of one ship, however, so if you see it.... do let me know. The crew have their eye out. 'S called the Devil's Slave. I've got a bit of business in the form of booms."
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Post by alldrenched on Oct 23, 2009 3:01:59 GMT
"The Devil's Slave.." she repeated without turning away from the window, her gaze steadily on the faint ships that rested on the horizon. She wondered if she knew it but she was too drunk to recall. She was glad to know they were doing something of interest.
She knew it was useless to ask why they were looking for this ship in particular.
"So, you have no interest in any of these others?" They were merchant ships, and a Royal Navy ship she could tell by the flags as she stared out.
Joey sighed and looked about on deck, which was all but empty.
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Post by boo radley on Oct 25, 2009 0:29:48 GMT
"Not at the moment," said Jack. "We need to keep my ship at top quality if we can manage. I'd get highly upset if anything happened to 'er." Plus, we don't have much time to repair her if the Slave pops up out of nowhere, thought Jack.
Except Joey had missed Jeannette observing him quietly from behind. "There's too much happening here," she muttered, looking out into the ocean. A bit of an Irish accent slipped up, but it faded away. It was a past that no one ought to know about... "Too much pain for people to process." She had Anna in mind at that moment, all of Anna's pain was affecting everyone else. Anamaria's annoyance, well, Jeannette could live with it. But Jeannette would do nothing. She'd caused enough trouble as it was, and she'd leave things the way they were.
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Post by alldrenched on Oct 25, 2009 3:20:26 GMT
Lola nodded, it was smart, to keep the ship in good repair before a larger battle but she was silently frustrated; frustrated that this wasn't her ship anymore, that she could no longer do what she wanted when she wanted. She thought briefly of the Maniot but cleared it from her thoughts.
There are other ships out there to take, she thought, looking over the horizon at the distant sails.
"Aye," he said softly, a bit of melancholy in his usually boisterous accent. He was half Scottish and half Irish and thus it seem predisposed to a lingering sadness that he could hide from most easily enough behind a big grin and even larger chest.
He gave her a small lopsided smile as he turned to face her.
They all had their pain, and it seemed they were broken off, there was Anna and Markus, whose pain was all too visible, and then there was Jack and his Lola and Anamaria who drank their own pain away or ignored it. And then there was the two that stood on the deck, Jeanette and himself; they seemed to be the observers, but that wasn't it. What were they?
Outsiders.
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Post by boo radley on Oct 27, 2009 4:52:30 GMT
"You really want a fight, don't you?" asked Jack. He couldn't blame her, life was starting to dry so much it became stale.
Jeannette sighed. She, too, realized that she was observing the portrait that was this world. She was pushed out of every corner because of who she was, and that she was born that way... well, it didn't do her too much justice. "I don't know what to do, sometimes," she admitted.
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 2, 2009 7:45:31 GMT
Lola smirked a bit, "Of course, Ja- Captain." She turned from the window, pushed her hair to one side and tipped her head to the left a bit as she looked at him, and her empty rum bottle. She frowned inwardly that the rum seemed to already be losing it's warming, dreamy hold on her.
Joseph nodded at that, tucking his fingers into his belt and the loops of his pants, and letting his arms hang at his sid He liked the rough swaying feel of this ship as it started to buck against harder waves. He looked Jeannette over out of the corner of his eye.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 2, 2009 19:36:58 GMT
"Try this one," said Jack, pulling out another bottle. "Tastes like heaven, and pretty much sends you there."
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 2, 2009 23:10:20 GMT
She smirked and worked the top off. It was clearly better quality, being both corked and caged, and there was even an old faded label painted on it. She slowly took a sip of it. A burning burst of sweetness poured from it and moved over her tongue. It was delicious, there was a hint of something she hadn't tasted in a long time, a fruit. Cherries, she hadn't had them since Greece.
She purred a bit, it was so much better than the diluted, stinging liquid they generally called rum around the Caribbean.
"Exquisite, thank you," she said, handing the bottle back over to him.
Joey moved over to the rail and looked at the seas, then out on the horizon. There were no dark clouds or anything to indicate a storm except the sea swells but he was checking just in case.
He curse hurricane season and looked to Jeannette, "Do you.. feel anything?" Often witches, and women in general could feel a storm coming; he had learned to trust this sixth sense when he joined up with Lola, though she was often too drunk to pay attention.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 3, 2009 15:57:42 GMT
Jeannette frowned. "Actually, now that you mention it... yes!" She looked about. "Seems like a storm is following us - quite literally."
"I told you," said Jack. "I have good taste. Although I generally reserve such quality for myself."
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 4, 2009 4:12:53 GMT
Following us.. he thought. "It is hurricane season," he said, wanting to dismiss it; he didn't like the implication of a storm following them.
He looked at her, and then at the door to the Captain's cabin.
"We should tell Jack."
Lola looked at him, taking another sip of the lovely rum, he was truly puzzling. Most pirates would prefer the slightly more alcoholic mash of moonshine that masqueraded as rum in the New World.
She took a chair, swung her legs around the back of it, not worried about modesty since she wore pantaloons under her dress. She looked at him, running her fingers through her wavy hair, pulling all of the knots she had loose so it wouldn't dread, as pirate hair often did.
"Why are you sharing it with me then?" she asked, passing it to him once again.
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