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Post by boo radley on Nov 18, 2009 6:17:08 GMT
"Thank... thank you," huffed Jeannette. "I'm just weak." She smiled and drank the water graciously. Within seconds the bottle was empty."
"I dunno," muttered Jack. "We wait for everyone to cool off, then I guess we scout this place, see if we can't get back to sea."
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 18, 2009 8:05:16 GMT
Lola nodded slowly not speaking the obvious, that this island very well might be untouched by man. Lola had been in this situation before and she was not very optimistic.
She popped the cork on her next bottle of rum and took a deep breath of the sea mist filled air before sipping from it. The stillness of land was already making her body tingle and grow a bit numb.
"We should explore before the sun sets," she said with a greater authority than she had spoken with in the few days.
If that storm did nothing else it made them equals and Lola felt at ease on this likely undeveloped island. She had been trapped on an unpopulated island for nearly three months before, she knew it was a possibility, and a highly likely one, that this would turn out similarly and she was already prepared.
The Caribbean was full of tiny little islands, most of which were deserted, many of which had no fresh water. This was her greatest worry.
And Joey's as well though he wiped clean and handed Jeannette another bottle of spring water. He knew he ought to be rationing it but he ignored that hoarding instinct when he saw Jeannette's weakness.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 18, 2009 18:25:21 GMT
"Excuse me," said Jack to her newfound 'authority,' "this is my crew, and this is me taking no orders. I give them. And we should explore before the sun sets." He smirked and looked over at Joey and Jeannette. "Oy, you lot, you ready?"
"Just give me a few minutes," said Jeannette. "I helped you, now you wait." She said thanks to Joey again, and with the second bottle she was slowly regaining strength.
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 18, 2009 22:02:46 GMT
"This is not the time to get into a whip it out contest Sparrow but if you wish to I am sure you will see I can measure up," she muttered so that he could just barely hear parts of it.
Pirate code, when you've not got a ship this little island becomes the greatest democracy yet on land, she thought though she decided to take action rather than get in a pissing contest. She looked about to the crew, none of who were jumping at any orders and she grabbed one of her old crew by his ear and pulled him over. His breath reeked of rum and he was dazed. "You sir, go gather up the sails, any near enough to shore to be worth while. Lay them out to dry while we are gone." she said releasing him and smirking as he ran off to grab a few of the others from her ship to do so.
While she waited for the others to ready themselves and Jeannette to feel better she started gathering up coconuts.
Joey took one from her, understanding her intent, he cracked them open with the heel of his dagger, removing the husk. He then took said dagger and ran it between the eyes, using it like a chisel which he hammered in with his sword. Soon he heard pop and crack and he passed the coconut to Jeannette.
"Better than water," he said of the coconut juice while he prepared several more and started pouring the juice into the empty rum and spring water bottles. He corked them then cracked the flesh of the coconut splitting it so the inner "meat" was easily accessible. He tossed these into a pile so there would be enough ready when the sails finally dried.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 19, 2009 0:17:40 GMT
Jeannette enjoyed the coconut, and finally regained her strength with it. Although, she would much prefer what she knew was on the island... "Don't try to save whatever's left of the ship," she said to Lola. "It will be useless." She looked at Jack. "There is someone who lives on this island, someone else who caused this."
Jack looked at her quizzically. "Do you mind being a little less cryptic?"
"Well, cryptic is all I've got, Captain." Jeannette shrugged. "But it's a most powerful being. That's all I can sense right now."
"Well, I don't care how powerful this 'being' is, I'm gonna shoot him for screwing my ship," Jack muttered to himself darkly. He didn't know that it was, in fact, a woman who had caused it, but he didn't care.
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 19, 2009 0:41:44 GMT
"It isn't for what you think," Lola responded to Jeannette in a whisper, her voice hoarse at the thought of it being someone's doing. Someone on this island who wanted-wants us dead.
Lola ignored her own instincts, the fear that rested inside of her and made her stomach feel like it had bottomed out.
Lola stood from her crouched position and took some of her clothing off of the palm boughs. She slipped her dress and a new pair of pants on over and under her slip, respectively. Then she slipped her belt on and took from her large bag a smaller pouch, this had in it a bottle of spring water, a bottle of rum, some shot, and a hopefully well sealed bottle of gun powder.
Joey was shaken by Jeannette's belief but he ignored this as well, for more practical reasons. He took out of his own bag one of the few objects that still linked him to his past as a sailor in the King's Navy, a metal cap. He turned it over and placed the coconut flesh inside, then he took the hilt of his smallest sword and he began to grind the flesh into a paste. He handed it to Lola who went on auto-pilot as she coated a few pieces of dried sail in it. With the sun beating down hard the oil would soak into the linen and impregnate it making it like oil cloth, so water would bead on it, and they would have dried fruit to eat on their walk.
When she was done she turned to Joey, Jack, and Jeannette all grouped together under the palm where the clothing was drying. For a moment she felt like speaking up, telling them everything she knew but then she paused to think and said,"Should we go find the bastard?" She put on a front of anger, hiding her real thoughts well.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 19, 2009 2:09:17 GMT
"Yes, please," said Jack. "Best suggestion I've heard today." He looked at Lola thoughtfully. "If we ever get off this island, I'll promote you." Of course, he said this in a jest, as it was meant to be seen.
Jeannette shrugged. "Let's get it over with," she muttered. "Although what this person would want, I have no idea." She was simply drained of power at this moment - too much power, in fact, to be able to go forward from that moment in the use of sorcery.
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 19, 2009 2:40:43 GMT
Lola smirked and pulled her jacket on, then her larger bag, which was now painfully heavy. Her wound was weeping through her slip and dress but she was surpressing this pain, numbing herself to it.
"Yes, promote me to queen of this island," she quipped, her grin growing a bit larger.
Joey nodded to what Jack and Jeannette said before picking up the bottles of coconut milk he had made. He tied a few to his belt then passed the others to the rest. Some provisions should they have to stay the night somewhere farther inland. He checked the thin paste on the sail, he moved it to follow the sun then looked back to the group.
"Should we all go?" he asked, meaning should it just be the five of them, or should the underlings come along. He of course included Ana in their group, mostly out of fear that he might get a kick in the shin, or far more delicate areas, were he not to.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 19, 2009 2:56:57 GMT
Ana was of course quiet until this moment, surveying Jeannette under scrutiny. "I s'pose. Just the five of us." She kicked the sand.
"Yeah," said Jack. "Best we get this thing done together." Jeannette raised her hand in agreement.
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Post by alldrenched on Nov 19, 2009 3:09:02 GMT
Joey quickly scraped the mostly dried coconut off of one of the sails, he caught the scrapings in a semi-clean pouch.
Lola talked briefly to one of her crew,"We are heading inland, you boys make a shelter, off the beach, in those trees there. No fires though, if you get cold," she paused a second with a smirk,"you'll have to cuddle each other. Drink the coconut juice and save the rum and water." She watched as he ran towards the larger group of them and turned, clearly now ready to go. She hoped they'd take her warnings about the fire to heart. Lola was scared, scared as she hadn't been in sometime. Even feeling her own ship sink under her, and being forced onto a strange new ship of pirates did not frighten her.
Someone wanted them dead and sent a storm to kill them. This sent a shiver through her that she could only hide with her usual bravado.
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