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Post by Jacky on Jun 12, 2011 21:16:09 GMT
"I think I'd rather not benefit your circumstances, regardless of me own best interest." I mumble, pressing the now empty rum bottle in Cassandra's hands. "One drink." I grant her, walking ahead to the nearest tavern, not waiting for her to catch up.
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Post by Daz on Jun 12, 2011 21:20:50 GMT
I shake my head and follow him, throwing away the empty bottle as I go. He holds up a fight but it's nothing I'm not used to, this will be like the old days, and if I could get him around me little finger then, I can surely do it now.
Inside the tavern I watch him in the familiar orange light of Tortugan night life, following him to a table with only one spare seat. I solve the problem by pushing a drunkard off another and taking my place upon it. My arms rest on the sticky table.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 12, 2011 21:27:10 GMT
I don't pay any attention to her method of obtaining a chair, but instead turn my attention to one of the barmaids who I wave over. I fish a golden coin from the deep pockets of my coat, and exchange it for two tankards of rum, giving the woman the hint of a charming grin. When she returns to the bar, I return my attention to Cassandra. "So tell me, what demon of my past issit that you so generously want to warn me about?" I ask, or more like demand, wanting to get this conversation over with sooner rather than later.
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Post by Daz on Jun 12, 2011 21:31:40 GMT
"I'm not so sure you'd even remember who I'm talking about. 'Was a rather forgettable wretch, I barely remember the name meself." I smirk at him, teasing now, "All I know is you'd benefit with leaving this port pretty soon. Which is a pity because I hear you're without any new destination after your last venture and there ain't many better places to find a decent voyage than in this horrid town."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 12, 2011 21:37:38 GMT
I stopped listening to her after that first sentence, hardly interested in any nonsense that leaves Cassandra's mouth.. but the first part caught my attention. A slight frown comes to my face.. as I wonder whether she actually knows anything, or is trying to manipulate me as used to be the usual. However, soon enough, the frown makes place for careless dismissal, "Are ye going to talk in riddles all night long, luv? Cos in that case, I have some more important business to attend to. Either get to the point, or enjoy yer drink - alone." I tell her matter-of-factly, making a vague hand gesture in the direction of the door to indicate my intention to leave.
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Post by Daz on Jun 12, 2011 21:42:22 GMT
"If you'd listen to me properly you'd realise I wern't riddlin' you." I frown, "I'm explain' meself. And if ye really want to know who I'm on about ye should recall it better than me. Y' know with that whole issue of pigfaced women and fatherhood you endured once upon a time.."
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Post by Nikki on Jun 13, 2011 17:40:09 GMT
We weave our way through the Faithful Bride tavern, Cora not holding my hand but running in front of me. Ducking between legs, under swinging arms, untouched.
She has his luck.
I watch her find a place in the tavern where the brawl has cleared, where people are unconscious on tabletops, the occasional couple still up and talking.
One particular couple of people catches my eye.
I hear her voice before I see her, spewing the same generic insults she would have ten years ago, when I thought I was the weaker of the both of us and the very sound of her voice would send me belowdecks.
Cora's eyes grow wide, and before I realize who she is looking at, she runs toward them. But it's the man she's looking at with those eyes. She couldn't care a bit about the woman sitting there.
"Are you a pirate?" she says with some fascination.
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Post by Daz on Jun 13, 2011 18:46:20 GMT
I immediately move my head and glare over to the small voice that has interrupted me, frowning harder when I realise the figure of a young girl, it makes my stomach turn over.
"Aye, now go back to yer mother before he rips yer eyeballs out." I demand easily and then turn my attention back to Jack.
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Post by Nikki on Jun 13, 2011 19:57:04 GMT
I move nearer when Cassandra addresses her.
Cora assesses the woman with a keen eye. "I wasn't talking to you, lady," she says matter-of-factly.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 14, 2011 8:44:21 GMT
After Cassandra mentioned Rae, I was half grateful for the interruption by the miniature person by our table - as words seemed to have left me without a witty reply and made place for one question. Is Cassandra telling the truth or not? It's been ten years, a long, long time in a pirate's life, since I'd seen the last of Rae. Since then she'd long slipped to the back of my mind. Sure, the first few months I would feel a pang of guilt every now and again when something reminded me of her, but gradually I had convinced myself that her fate was for the best - the hell would she have done with a child aboard a pirate ship?
Anyway.. the child at our table draws me from my musings when she easily dismisses Cassandra with the sort of fearless, baffling comment only a.. what.. seven year old? could possibly manage. Golden teeth flicker in the candlelight as a smirk comes to my features, and for the first time my gaze flicks aside to look at the girl.
I mistake the hint of familiarity in my gut for fascination. The small creature is staring at me boldly, unwavering, curious.
I lean closer, lowering my voice like I'm letting her in on a secret, "This's one o' them rare occasions where I'd advice 'nother living creature t' trust 'r words, li'll one," I tell her in a slur, with a nod in Cassandra's direction. "So where are yer keepers?" My gaze flicks up as if to find them..
..and is immediately dead-set on Rae. I stare at her, silently.. the truth of Cassandra's words now apparent, and rendering me immobile for a good two seconds. "Rae." I eventually state, all wit and jokes and riddles knocked out of me for this brief moment.
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